The words I've spoken:
Not with the voice
Of thinking.
That's my mistake...
Not slowing down the pace
Boxed within
My emotions.
Regret? No.
I regret not my struggle.
Only, grievance
Took hold its hearkening.
I'll pity myself
Dying without trying.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem