do not
shun the idea
of getting old
let the past unfold
you cannot open
doors
left closed
fate will leave you
on the side of the road
naked with fear
you’ve been waiting here
for years
silently fasting
the casting collective
no one
owes you a thing
yet you cling
to the should
what you bring
with you
into the night
will endure
what you hide
in the light
becomes
the pure
truth
let go
of the hate
stop wasting
your youth
look around
at the props
you have placed
the echoes
you erase
in the
concessions
you refuse to give
are the regrets
you'll refuse
to forgive
stop waiting
stop waiting
to live
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem