my disease returns, consumes my heart
i don't know what to feel
elation is just so misplaced
your bitterness is cruel
don't you know the day you left
was the day i died?
i was never quite the same
i never was a child
this emotionless stance is not pride
what should i feel? you're not mine.
such cancer will now kill me twice
but i still wait and wish for death
no one but i
can cut these strands
to free the patriarchal mess
i never thought i could be
as cold as i am now
but this is what preserves me
for i must trudge on somehow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem