I’m tired like a breaking ice
I’m bitter fallen in loveless crisis
I’m broken like a piece of brittle glass
I’m so frail like the ash of burnt cigar
I’m on the wane like a colorful wine
I’m strumpet like a kingless queen
I’m ever victim like a victim ‘I’
I nothing, a sleazy thing without tie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem