Fire raining from your eyes,
with the same heat that burns me inside.
My never ending want to know,
what it is that hurts me so.
My memories keep haunting me,
seeing things I've never seen.
New questions rise within,
no new answers are given.
Never knowing what to say,
but not wanting to give to much away.
But everything I let you know,
remember, there is a purpose that I do so.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem