I won’t tarry,
I won’t marry,
I won’t complain,
Though the pain will remain.
I won’t ask: Please, take care of me!
Though the fear is inside me.
I will stay alone,
I will live on my own.
Writing poems will be my treatment,
With them I’ll find an agreement.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem