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

Something 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 it flames and burns and festers
while I die with every step.