Here stands the very last symbol of a dusty old memory.
Still heartbroken and forgotten.
Voices that are mere whispers among a noisy background.
Just more shades of grey.
A lover's quarrel that's ends tragically.
A message written in secret in a thousands of different ways.
Here me now, the thoughts ring out aloud.
As if was some how more important than all the others.
Descriptions met with a single cut and gushing blood.
A death today, a death tomorrow is all the same except in essence of time and manner.
Riding the sickness in waves.
Oh if I could only be so brave.
Instead today I'm sending off another silient letter to an unheard of location.
The last defense in the art of dealing with acceptance.
Realizing we're all humans and in life mistakes will be made no matter who you are.
A sorry with most profound and sincere apology sometimes will still not suffice or satisfy the uneasy feelings when walking tight rope just to avoid pain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem