it is this way of coping
up
with anger, when you got
paired with someone who
does not
see the future like you
what happens next
what is there in that mirage
she should not have opened that
box of
Pandora and you ask her to solve
the problem
'turn on the exhaust fan! ! ! '
and you are into this rage
why is she not aware of the poison in this room?
she stares at you but she does not know how to
cry.
you are into anger, mismanaged fury,
and you recall what she just said before she went
into a frenzy,
faults are thick
where love is thin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem