Surrounded by my past,
I have discovered a lot.
I have discovered at last
The anguish of loss in my chest.
This anguish is all that I've got.
Surrounded by this gloom,
I only want to break through.
I only want thoughts to bloom
Like weeds by a foreigner's tomb.
He fought for the word, proven true.
Surrounded by this mist,
I have apparently drown.
I have apparently missed
The time that still runs through my fists.
My anger could burn it all down...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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