Can you hear me?
when I cry
‘'why why why? ’’
Do you hear my moans?
My wails?
My grunts of pain?
Oh the pain
Like a knife, this is a sure and absolute pain
I fear it is the last thing i have to hold to.
cling to
I let the darkness swaddle me
Dear, darkness
Wrap me in your misery
cold as it is
it warms me
like death it assures me that I will not be bound to my pain
At least not forever
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem