What goes through him?
Life, love, happiness, greed, or nothing?
I wonder all day and night.
Why is it so hard?
It should be simple,
but its not.
The question is a curse,
no,
a monster.
That destroys me,
no,
eats me.
UGH!
Stop!
Stop Monster!
What goes through him?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem