Ilaria Graziano - Dew

An excerpt of Dew, by Ilaria Graziano:

Freezing cold, I become freezing cold,
And I wish I understood a bit more....
Whether it is my own torment, that drags me slowly
into the darkness....

I did not think it
Would happen to me
Now I am alone
And find no peace,
Desperate as I have never been before...
Now I feel that
My soul
Is like a leaf in the wind,
Hanging in the void,
Letting itself be borne away.

Fragile, I feel fragile,
And I wish I understood a bit more....
Whether it is really true
That on my face, slowly
is sliding
A dewdrop with such a bitter flavor.