Hershele Danielovitch: Who Can Know What I Lack

 

Who Can Know What I Lack
by Hershele Danielovitch

Who can know what I lack
The heavy burdens on my back

What constantly torments me so
fills the depths of me with woe

SomethingĀ strange is touching me
how it chills and freezes me

how I fever cold and hot
soaked in sweat, shut in and blocked

How my body to its core
is an open deep felt sore

and itĀ flames and burns and festers
while I die with every step.

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