I hurt;
Nobody can see why.
Is my mind squashed?
Are my feet rooted to cold stone?
Can I truly love someone?
Am I burnt in the arms of hell?
And at the end of all things beautiful;
There is something unbeknown to me.
I do know how to feel, but nonetheless;
I feel nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem