The guilty one,
is how i feel.
I see your pain
but can not help.
I hear the hurt in your voice
i can not heel it.
Everything you hope for
i no longer wont.
I have it in the palm of my hand
but yet i wont to throw it away.
Time is running out for some
but i just wont to run out.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem