But Bleeding

I uprooted my heart today, Because, it made a big mistake with me. A mistake for a long time Carried with me! I know it will burn me for a long time, Failure, faults, everything will be remembered, But the baby is always in my new heart So is the woman I wandered in, And will always remain in my evolutionary brain. Yet I have to live, I don't know how sad it will be, All the blood in my body at breakneck speed Come to the seemingly replaced heart Whether purified yet, But I don't want to- Let there be no more bleeding like this. For whom? For what? Why? Yes, for the helpless child, And for that fictional woman Whom I depend on daily after all, I thought she was my companion to grief, To my all well and woe. I was wrong, That's why such a big mistake, continuous mistake! Unnecessary, suicidal, very painful. Needless to say, don't tell anyone- The language of these deep forests People will not understand, Unless anyone is out there To die like me. It is not admissible for a poet to shout, I never want to do that. Stay, let it evaporate Prolonged freezing But unproven ice wheels. I knew, but I didn't believe, Still don't want to admit. I want to forget what happened, I want to forget the reality, Thinking that the woman was wandering around I want to believe - she is dead Speaking of liberation, In the fascination of the jungle, Intoxicated by her inherited and primitive Root of that religion.