Sit still.
I just can’t seem to
Grasp this absurd concept.
Be still.
Really, I don’t think I want to
Stay with this regret.
Solider on.
I have to keep this power
Gaping wounds don’t heal with worry.
Better off.
Righteous ends of the earth I scour
Shall I ever find the rest of me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem