I snapped the rod chain
when I faced its source.
Although my will's weak,
squabbled by fear.
Such annoying threads
that pricked my solitude
were the reminiscences
I don't close or reopen.
Finally I crushed the ice,
to patch the breech
that brought sorrows,
that stolen me sleeps.
But find, beyond belief
It wasn't there~
The enemy I harbored,
Some time ago,
Decomposed!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Strangely uplifting.. care, Sus.