My world is chill.
Draught is wailing around corners,
fires are put out.
I cannot any more.
I am exhausted,
all that I had went pale.
I tried so hard,
I was blowing into embers,
I was picking moist grass to burn it…
Now I cannot any more.
I am exhausted,
all that I had I have given away.
Why can’t I
need you?
I can’t do it all alone.
I cannot any more.
I am exhausted,
there is no-one I could give any more.
My world is chill,
draught in my chambers.
All I can be now is cold.
I cannot any more.
I am exhausted
and there is no-one that would take what I have left.
Alenka H., 2000-2010, translation