One writing
One letter with no recipient
Given to death at my doorstep
An answer to why I'm so ignorant
An excuse for all my sins
A reason for my lack of discipline
Oh, if you were here now
I'd be a coward, lower my head
But still, it'd beat like a thousand Suns
My heart, heavy as lead
My skin feels uncomfortable
On my burned flesh and bone
I'm merely made of Earth
Not of stone
I was meant to hold and to have
Not to be alone
It's hard
Being both a sinner and saint
Seeing the resemblance between you
And the eternal Moon
Making me faint
In your embrace, now lost without motive
Beyond perception, realization
I wasn't yet ready
I wasn't yet filled with hesitation
Criticize me, leaves upon the fire
The fuel upon the pyre
Of sadness
Of madness
Why must I seek remedy
In the darkest of places?
And it makes me shiver
These last traces
Of honesty I have
Of truth that I never knew
Before 'us'
Now just a solemn 'me'
You've won, haven't you?
Now you're free
While I'm restrained
While I'm in your hands
You'll never get to hear me
Will you?
I might be young,
But still storm-strung
In this chaos
That I promised I'll merely walk trough
Pat me on the back, smile
Because I need it now more than ever
Nothing is same after I've been left alone
Nothing even looks the same
Long gone, moved on
Do you know what I think of
Late in the night when you're gone?
The way I feel when I'm alone?
I've embraced the bottom
Long forgotten
Beaten, broken
Thrown away and rotten
At least I have faith to stand upon
A stone where my sadness was born
You
A boulder I could never move
A God I could never pray to
You
In all your magnificence
You
A masterpiece I could never bring
To realization
To emancipation
Of me
And of you
God, I wish my dreams were true
God, I wish I never pushed through
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem