amongst the rubble i sit
and gather whats left,
pieces of what use to a man,
a shattered portrait,
guide me right so i may know,
if i should return down this road
i understand there is
no changing a mans fate,
so winding roads steer me straight,
for in time we all see a glimmer of light,
even if the brightness
is only for a second
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nicely written piece!