Swallowing life as if it were bitter-tasting castor
oil, defying everyone within hearing to save anyone's
pitiful life.
Knowing the impossibility of ever caring or relating
to another person, single-handedly, falling into
oblivion.
Letting go forever of talents, hopes and dreams, life
echoes screams of fear unretaliated in despair.
There are no reasons to be static or stay in line,
tender-hearted people do not exist in this certain
place and time.
Relationships falter, weaken, die along the way,
mistakenly not holding on to the inner child, instead
letting it get away.
No blame to place, softly unheeded on a new path,
turning around, facing the danger of an end to life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In spite of knowing all these odds still we take all these pains..... truly a filmsy state! ! ! ! ! ! ! !