Explanations, excuses, questions
reasons, purpose and intentions.
Resounding voices of angst and haste
plummet rapidly, I break.
Robotic responses, lifeless nods
obfuscate this exhaustion.
Your voice like a broken tractor
my kind, stark soul you proudly wore.
Sick and tired, tangled and wired
I’ve got nothing to say.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem