Every chapter is slowly ending
Memories are fading, and my heart-aches are mending
I never imagined it would turn out this way
They asked me to leave, but I wish I could stay
I am not able to see anything through life’s empty hole
I am still trying to heal the scorched places of my soul……….
But there are few things I still remember
Among them are the months of April and December
I remember the time when I was sad and alone
I cried loudly, but they think I moan
To give happiness was my life’s only goal
I am still trying to heal the scorched places of my soul……….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
''''I am still trying to heal the scorched places of my soul…'' nice portrait, wonderful poem...........10