I'm sorry
I had no flowers to put in your grave
Nor had I words to try to say
And when she tried to cheer me
She failed quite miserbly
They say failures are lessons learned
But I repeat every mistake I've turned
I almost act indifferent and never cry
Although I can't say I never try
My stomach painfully churns,
While my throat distressingly burns
I wish it to simply rain
Reflect all this inconstant pain
I wish to run and take away
Run to the sunlight's halcyon ray
Instead of under this sky so barely starry
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