Death has come to me
In the guise of an illness
Calling out to me
In an old name
A name, I have not heard
Since I was a child
But as time tick toc’s away
I refuse to listen
To the Sirens call
I am Ulysses…
Strapped to the mast
I am in desperate need
Of hearing their voices
Bu totally unable to respond
Yes, death has come to me
In the guise of a beautiful muse
Who once brought me words
In the form of poems
The child I once knew
Has gone to a place
That Homer has whispered of
A land I cannot return from
Least my old name
Be forgotten by everyone
Including me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem