I hate to leave like this, with an ache to move on i cant resist.
Its just some things are better unsaid, an empty heart needs to be fed.
So i hit the road to where i dont know, with heavy heart and empty soul.
Following the shoulder of a no name road, this lost highway is now my abode.
A painful wind fills my sails, mornful memories never pales.
Don't know if am a curse or the cursed, not quiet sure which is worse.
The cold is now my friend, it waits for me where this highway ends.
So on i go as long as it last, searching for something long sense past.
As i cross the valley of the shadow of death, i walk on without rest.
Now that its over i discovered for what i yearned, i now understand the deep burn.
Through all the pain and hearts broken, things left unsaid should be spoken.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem