perhaps it is my fault too
since i noticed the adam's apple
protruding in your
neck though covered by your
goatee
and you never like it when
someone reveals what you had been
hiding
perhaps i have never understood your
pain and i am here trying to to press
that inflamed part which had kept
the pus from bursting
i am so sorry
not having felt your pain
not having for once tried to
wear that
shoes of thorns....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem