the building is burning,
threatening collapse.
yet I stand,
as dumbfounded.
with no motivation
I seek no escape.
seemingly worthless―
my life is silent.
the only hope
glimmering true,
is if I endanger
another soul.
self-preservation? ?
weak against heroic selflessness.
I do not wish on her
the pain of cremation.
but if it threatened her
or affected us
I’d have to care.
someone for whom I’d exit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem