Can't stop it
this urge of passion
I just succumbed
to expression
This world is not perfect
as we are all not
yes, we strive to do good
yet it turned out bad
These imperfections
are eating us
make us susceptible
to liturgy
The only consolation
is to let it out
and tell the world
that we are only human
The influx of burden
make our heart heavy
and the way to lighten
is to let go of this urge
through poetry!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem