The cut is too deep, the pain too real.
Memories of pain lingers longer than of joy.
This wound is too deep, not even forgiveness can heal its bitterness.
Heart as heavy as yesterday's sin,
who can forget the aching of a broken heart by death, drowning in sorrow of dreams with parallel lines to heaven, this loss is too real, for am mourning hope that will never get to see sun rays and feel the whirl of a wind.
This cut is too deep but I will breath again for these scars fight with a silence voice to be known that they are alive for a reason.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem