Why is life so unfair?
I can't find my ink, my pen, my sound.
Why does nothing go unpunished?
Why are you breaking inside me?
Don't get lost in the embers of my burning soul,
hold on to my ashes, my smoke,
don't let go.
My heart is breaking,
I can hear it.
Put your hand on my heart.
I hate this paper,
give me more leaves to write on.
I am losing all my paths,
I am forgetting how to walk,
I am forgetting to breathe,
I am forgetting...
Tell the wind to stop,
I am too fragile right now.
Enclose me inside you,
keep me there forever.
I can't bear the weight of this pen anymore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem