that would present themselves in front of me.
if i am very polite.
i might have to break down.
and submit.
if i will protest.
they will get me.
if i accept, they will get better of me.
i would have to steer past
right through them.
and not let them pierce me.
the memories.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem