My Heart

My heart

Suffering and wars,

all struggles and sorrows

in my heart

there were long.

Tired of all the storms

and a mixture of terrible,

gathered in my chest.

He hides from the sufferings

of the painfully.

Like a stray traveler

on the path that life is called

so does the immovable

it stood on the platform of his past.

And while it stands so silent

and the breath of life tries to recive

the wind blows around him,

around him a cold winter.

It wants to go a new way

where the past will not reach him

and leave one eyes behind

which burns his soul

like the flame of a candle.