Words
 Words flow from empty pen
 No beginning 
No end
 Cut from skin
 Rip of flesh
 Pain stays so fresh
 Forced to stay
 While you had to leave
 I have to grieve
 And yet believe
 In love and life
 But there is no light
 No wings for flight
 Why put up the fight
 Just in spite
 No where to run
 My son
 When everything comes undone                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem