Do not tell me what I need,
for it is not I who has done the deed.
Do not tell me what I want,
for it is not I who has joined the haunt.
I heard that you were in trouble,
so I let the cauldron bubble.
I heard that you were dying,
so I let you stop trying.
You stole my soul,
and now I have to get it back.
You got me off track,
and now I have lost control.
I am not quick to forgive,
you will not slip through the sieve.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good sweet write, keep it up.