You sent emails
And there is no reply
You sent pics and
There is nobody
Acknowledging
You sent a lot
Of poems
And you
Keep on doing
These things
Repeatedly
For what
Crazy phenomenon
You can’t just
Simply stop
Missing breakfasts
Skipping snacks
Little sleep
No exercise
Canceled walks
Refused Parties
You are
Simply engaged
In nothing
But intellectual
Masturbation
Rubbing your
Brains against
The monitor
Self strangulation
Self beatings
Inflicting a
Punishment that
You do not deserve
That
you cannot
Explain yourself
Hey, hey
Is there anybody
There?
Is there
Anybody home?
Are you there?
Answer me
I am tired.
like one mashed potato
just mashed
uneaten
unliked
moldy
and will be thrown to the garbage can.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem