i've figured it out,
what it is that makes me sad.
it's that no matter where,
everywhere i look, i see hurt.
i feel it
writhing my bones,
a wraith in a world void of soul.
i cannot escape it
because everyone is hurt.
and i cannot fix it,
because i'm hurt too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem