I called out as you opened up the door
I should say something to explain
What I had done before
And even if it doesn’t change
Your perspective of me
I just know that saying this
Will help both you and me see
Revenge nor justice
Malice nor evil
Drove me to such a point
The truth strikes like hammer to anvil
As you pause
And walk out into blowing leaves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem