A Sorrow Or a Regret

Had sorrow came back with a full army, Crushing every piece of me in this broken heart? I have now shaking hands, Trembling in fear and praying Praying for a soul which is standing Standing on an edge of a deadly cliff. This soul is afraid to choose a path, Cause it had never decided its own destiny solely, It is afraid. It had promised and didn’t succeed to fulfill, The soul made a pledge between Me and Myself: “I will never be afraid again, Not until I will be recognized” Heal me I am lonely, And hear the words I want to say. To God and to his mightily power: “I am somebody with a lonely soul, Hanging on a cliff thinking of a sore, A hardship of a fading face leaning against a family That is waiting for an ending In the deadly cliff” I feel and I don’t dare to tell my inner thoughts, “A gazette in the mouth of a lion” The only description that fits me. I long for an ear of understanding, Cause I am tired from speaking to deaf people. Who catch the shallow of the speech. To a friend, a father, a mother, a brother or sister, Why can’t you be there when I need? My heart now is not just broken but it is full of regret. I regret giving my trust to the ones who don’t deserve it, And for letting myself being treated harshly. And then I regret believing that this is what it should be when it shouldn’t be. I left myself accumulating the hated of years Until now. Now I don’t know if I should be full of regret or full of sorrow. It seems that I can’t even explain my own fear to myself. I am left as usual alone . On between an endless sea and a large desert. And for sure now this mistreatment is an obligation Upon a soul on the deadly cliff.