I had been anxious to please.
With a need to do this,
For someone loved.
For someone I thought,
Would appreciate...
My unconditional giving of it.
But taken for granted,
Is not a wish I lived with...
In a quiet desperation.
I am not seeking from anyone...
Fresh oxygen to breathe.
As if from anyone I have this need.
I am quick to stay away,
From polluted air.
And any hint of it I sniff.
I will not tolerate it,
In an atmosphere I share.
My leaving to exit is swift!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem