These paths that originate
In the land of temptation,
Branch out and mingle with streets of sin,
I have traveled all of them,
Seen the vestiges evil lying beneath.
You want to venture,
You want to see the lands of far,
You don’t see the door of your soul,
Left wide open for enticement,
Left ajar.
Years go on,
You return,
A jaded soul and an impure heart,
Bound to me,
By your promise of revisit,
No longer the boy you were,
Now you are a man,
Although a malevolent one,
You need me to forgive you,
But how can I?
When I have seen your misdeeds,
Your ignorance of repentance,
Your desire not to die.
Can’t you see?
You have festered like a wound inside me,
One I can only cut out not treat,
So pardon me when I’m dying,
I forgive you as my heart misses its beat……………………………….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem is very well written. The intensity of emotion and evil are palpable. For a dark write, this is quite good.