Remembering the essence of my beginning,
hiding it within depths of subconsciousness.
Able to touch and bring it forth into my
mind with tranquiled emotions for now.
Existing only to write of life and it's
hardened heart.
Giving many a heartache to eclipse any joy
that comes along, pushing me into pits of
hell, where thoughts have continued to
dwell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem