The jewelled band of silver,
the smooth white teardrop,
the leaf, the moon and sun,
the ball and chain.
They stare at me, blinking.
Asking me; why? Blaming me.
They torture me, until it's
unbearable to look.
For the first time,
in such a long time,
I can see you, smiling at me
but its not true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem