Woe is falling around like hail from a hailstorm,
hitting me squarely in the heart, not letting me
escape it's sorrowful grasp.
Giving in to it's demands, I flow downriver into
the midst of all grief, as it carries me away.
Folding into myself while holding onto life and
it's sadness, writing about it for everyone to
see how it grabs a hold of you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem