The wounds have healed now
there is no sign of pain
A breakfree through the deceased rust
but the scars will forever remain.
More wounds show up in time
aggravating the elapsed itch
Shackled by relentless sobs
sealed by a mocking stitch.
The ache stays in a crippled heart
frayed into inglorious pieces
With the soul swathed into bandages
silenced evermore as life ceases.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem