Tragedy overruns me...
Forgotten love is falling, fallen... Gone.
Down to a point of complete solitude
Dark in the fortress of my mind
Reality is quietly slipping out my grasp.
Hundreds of words are written, scattered among the four walls
They remind me
Slowly, softly falling down my face
Falling, fallen... Gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem