Hurt: me, but I cannot say.
I sit and let it fester:
In a place so full of words;
A place that love won't pester.
Leave me and my hemorrhage.
I'll wear out all my pain.
Living with a cancer: sore-
Until I die again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ouch, but it hurts - another clever piece of 'handling it'