OUTSIDE AND INSIDE
The morning is so beautiful outside
But inside there is turmoil and anxiety
Crisis in old age is difficult to find hope in
I write and write
But what does it mean?
There were great poets in the world
Good for them
I am struggling with my own simplistic lines
To understand myself and my world
And all I can do
Is write these small confessional verses
Which in this case
Diminish the anxiety only slightly
And make the turmoil a bit less
Outside it is still beautiful
Inside I am anxious and afraid.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem