Unbearable pressure
Why would you ask me-
A question I refuse
To even ask myself?
Your curiosity intends
To almost suffocate
Left without an ally
You drill deep
Into a sludge filled-
Nameless organ of mine
To lay still- breathless
Has always been
The fastest getaway
Force it out of me
I know without a doubt
You do not wish to
Parley- But I promise
Mutilation does not
Invoke fear into my heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your Stoicism is real, and frigtening in the extreme. Only if your biography told more of your story!