When I look back at my memories, I cry...
And Wonder why the pain wouldn’t die.
I can’t forgive, but I will still try.
Try to forget the past that made me fly.
Fly in the storms of hell that burn’s, my heart away.
I am no longer Raouf who I used to be.
It burns so much in a way I can’t see.
All the people who loved and fall for me.
I am the prisoner of Revenge. And that is not what I want to be.
And now I don’t dare to ask God to bless me.
I just sit looking to the sky.
Wishing I can just strongly fly.
To God’s Heaven, want to die.
Then I fall on my knee and pray.
Dear God just please when I cry.
Let my tears take all the memories and dry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good job! read my poem about crying I think u will like it because it is the same case