It is been long long while,
And the pain still remain inside,
A broken and shattered part of me.
Silence echoes my pain, hiding alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yes.... the demons that hide within our past are also embedded in our heart... the broken bits of our self...are as sharp as shards of glass... and cause as much blood.... nice few lines that address the issue adequately liked