Life eaten by moth

Actually, I really love this poem in my myanmar version (both unspoiled and spoiled), so I tried a lit' bit for eng: version too. Even thought it is not going smooth as a poem, I hope it may give a different taste , , ,

Life Eaten by Moth

When I wipe away

dust from old memories,

Pain lose its serenity.

 

I left mind in dark room,

As I can't tolerate my thoughts

which are always wandering around you.

 

The morning

I'm about to open is

fearfully shrink with dreams.

 

Just like the explanations

wounded by words,

Meanings scattering here and there . . .

 

If future is just blind,

what a waste of it,

for reading books!

 

If I leave like this,

by and by

my heart will become rotten.

 

My courage waver,

to be brave enough

even like a rabbit.

 

Although cover myself

under the vanity,

Love will never become secure.

 

All I want to do

is just taking understanding

from the cupid.

(BS)