I have been where others can not go,
I live in vain,
I live in vain, so you may never know.
Why time it marches on and you it spares.
I can remember living every dying day,
don't hold your breath on me.
You hear me say.
I am me
and I see what you did to all the others.
On the way to where you can not be.
Your valleys hold no peaks that I don't know.
For what is taken, I have given back.
The remembered still remains.
Twisted ashen, twisting in the cold dark wind,
don't look back my memory is the same.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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