Burnt not by fire

 

Once I felt the fire as it is now

Good and Bad broke the balance of my scale…

Those three hard strikes in my heart felt in Hollow

Fragments of burnt filled my eyes…

I desired to hold in my hands,

But… My hands are covered with ashes

I couldn’t hold them firm…

My pens no longer describe you.

My mind hates my mind…

You are burnt to dust

And the dust burns my heart…

Still, a piece remained unburnt.

It couldn’t bear this sorrow.

Because the unburnt hurts the most…

It will remain alone until the end

Without fulfilling its purpose…

It will burn so deeply,

That no tears can quench…