Discarded like a tattered piece of paper thrown upon the ground,
all usefulness is gone, there is no reason to be anymore.
Left alone, forgotten, abandoned, for someone else has landed
your attention, tripping and falling no longer able to function.
There is no more light within my being, the candle put there
has been blown out.
All that's left behind are wisps of smoke, dwindling also into
time.
What is done is gone and past, yet there is no where else to go,
I have entirely spent myself.
Forgiving no one, looking not for sympathy, preparing for the
death of me within an unsightly tomb of tears.
Crystal lighted, shining everywhere, it is only a reminder that
once upon a time love was here.
Now it has been cast out, not bothering to go out of self and
start again, staying confined here within myself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem