Alive...
I am alive.
By a tiny string tied at the ends,
I am alive.
Tied to heavy rocks and posts,
I am alive.
Weighed down by the rocks and posts
Personal baggage and past ghosts
Tied to these things, to the ground squarely
Yes, I am indeed alive...
But barely.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem