How much longer
Will this torture last?
I want it to end.
And end real fast.
The past is there
As a memory in my mind.
For the end, I look
But cannot find.
The past is covered
With darkness and sin.
You want to hear it?
Where will I begin?
We’re all ashamed of the past.
So we won’t tell.
That because of the past,
Some burn in HELL!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem