First you’re a flame,
then just a flicker.
Your waist is thin.
Then it’s thicker.
You look at yourself
and wonder why
that flame you were
had to die?
You can lie to yourself
and say “it’s okay.”
But the truth of the matter
at the end of the day
it’s not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem