If you strike me
I shall not feel the sting
For the sting has possibly been there all along
Like an aggravating itch that no one scratched away.
If you strangle me
I shall not struggle for breath
For I have been choking on lies and deception all along
And have been wrangled free of meaningful words.
Likewise
If you kill me
I shall not feel the pain of death
(Nor its bliss)
For you cannot take the life of that
Which has never lived at all
Therefore
If you hurt me
You shall get nothing but palms reddened from the sin
And I, nothing but release from misery
that has long left my embrace
For the warm arms of another soul
Which has not yet given in to darkness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem