This noose tightens on my tongue;
Comfort from it is wrung.
Its dying words in pain reveal
The lonely fate it had to weild.
On my eyes dwell screens of clouds;
A presence of mist to enshroud
What stricken thoughts they keep enclosed,
For perilous they are to expose.
Now my mouth I keep under lock and key;
My eyes bear veils of mystery.
Were I to truly speak my mind
My soul may leave my life behind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem