As most
of the Gods of Grunge
keep killing themselves, it's apparent
that the burdens
of regret and should-have-beens
weigh too heavy on hearts that carry them.
Yet, it doesn't change
the feeling
that there's nothing worth keeping
more than the weight of these chains
of being and remaining unchangeably
oneself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem