The light above my desk gave up and died, shock probably,
caused by many documents on Strategy Against Poverty in
Africa Plan to translate, I was forced to take down the sun
screens against the window, protection for my eyes being
light-sensitive, to alleviate my struggle to read
The light was replaced overnight - now the window has to
be closed as I've lost the Prestik; today I'm ‘life-sensitive'
and my eyes hurt, yet with no Prestik I cannot put up my
sunscreens so I'm factually blind, where is a water
crisis or burst pipe when needed - just for today?
Best to buy what I need and put up the sun-screens, life is
difficult enough without adding more discomfort - the
headache is ready to kick in and my stomach threatens
with hunger pains, the great, sugar-low hunger caused
by allergy, the fever - feeling the heat - is already here
I might as well give up and lie down…
12 March 2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem