cold and used
I am the vessel for your need.
Taking me, filling me.
determined that I'll not rest this night.
as the earth often does in a winter storm,
I'll wait patiently for the fury to cease
and the thawing of my soul to begin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I hope you don't have to wait too long, especially the part about feeling used.