it does not fit you
you're too young
bound to commit
same errors over
and over again
since you persistently
prayed for it
and so it was given
you do not deserve it
now you must spread
the virus of your grief
you will kill without
your knowing
you will condemn
the innocent
you will be honored
and respected
but only for the meantime
the time comes for reckoning
and you will lose what is most important
you will lose everything
everything and yet without your knowing
you should have known better
that sometimes the gods grant your prayers
purposely to punish you
and still without your knowing
without your knowing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem