Don’t Ask

To answer your question

Is to voice a complaint

After, the only thing left will be

To cringe and to beg

And these are the two things

I most detest.

I received gracefully

With all the warmth in my heart

Everything that came to me.

I never grieved

Over what I did not get

Never thought of complaining

To anyone about it

I always wanted to avoid that fall.

Come let me remain quiet

Like those souls

Lying asleep in their graves

Ask me no more questions

Do not ask me why I suffer

Why I keep silent.