Carrying a memory
is a tragedy
It is an
enormous heaviness
It is an
eternal failure
I don't see
any good information
from it
It reminds me
the bad past
It isn't so
innocent and pure
like it seems
The memories aren't
the essence of
my life
I want forget
all the memories
I have
I'm not happy
with it
Some memories trick
our mind
I can't live
with bad memories
The memories drive
me crazy
I hate it
because it is
a useless suffering
It makes me
nervous and very
anxious
It's better not
to face it
I'm not ready
to forgive the
memories
For me it
isn't perfect and
essential
I can't walk
through it
It could be
a mortal and
eternal torment
I don't have
time for it
I don't want
its company because
it's so offensive
and disastrous
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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