In My Heart Many Aches.

In my heart many aches. And they have matured over the years Year after year With empty hands remained I in every year. With every heart a dagger in the heart that Bled Another dagger Another bleeding new Another wound. I I thus of the empty heart I of the dagger after dagger in. I Of the grains of sand that my hands slipped. I I of the empty hands Ay! To have empty hands-on empty hands Sow seed every year And barren stay remain, year after year. Traumas were of me And now in my ageing they multiply I bend under grinding stones I bite the ground I kiss the dust in pain, But is not a coin with two sides? Yes, but even on the other side I failed. Chance after chance I lost And with every chance lost I sank. And my heart further sank And sank. And now Now in my ageing Desperation calls on me to make miracles That I did not at twenty years of age. Desperation, traumas, sickness, depression be of me A tiny light remains. Of this I make the most or fall.