He Is Sick (The Monologue Of A Sick) Poem by Katerina Val

I am sick
weak
shouldn't you seek me?
shouldn't you accuse yourselves
when they refuse to see?

I am sick
and I cry
I am sick
and I scream
because I am sick
but even if I extirpate my throat
to show you the way I am cold
and alone
you wouldn't listen to me

Would you listen to me?

Do you hear me?
I am sick
Damn you fools
you can stop believing
if you need
but you cannot stop to believe
you are weak
weaker than me.

And you cannot stop believing
it is intriguing
it is crucial
yet not essential
and it is your fate
to let me die
it is your fate
to hunter your pride
and leave me sick

here, I lay sick
here, you made your God sick
my dear children, my perished humans
you hailed me here
where you left me
sick
and weak.