Windows windows to the soul 
Instead all i see are black holes 
He hides his fears and woes 
And his mind targets me as one of many foes 
His heart, his heart cries out 
Painful images are like a shout 
Cutting his mind into pieces 
As all emotion ceases 
Because feeling nothing is better 
Than being vulnerable to love's shelter 
His mind won't let him have what his heart yearns for most 
Will his heart be forever alone and lost? ? 
Can love that has been destroyed from the mind ever be regained? ? 
Or will the damage remain, always pained? ?                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    