do not challenge me
into this game
of forgetting
the way to ignore
is no longer new
to me
it has become an art
the way to erase faces
on walls
to put names on paper
and then burn them
do not tell me who i am
i know myself well
i have given much
you see i never asked something
in return
so you are never a part of myself
if you were
you were such a stain
and i do well with what should
now be invisible
now that this door is closed
do not utter my name.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really like this poem! Well written