Weigh me down no longer- I-
Won't let you break my pride.
Can't walk around a day without
The dragging in my stride.
Out of me and into it.
Oh look how low I've come.
Rumbling in my belly- Oh-
Just leave to which you're from.
Lick my tears and use
To base the bottom of the pan.
Joining crowds and clear blue clouds
Won't stop my stubborn hand.
Throw it down....you aweful soul.
Why not a grinning face?
My life is numb and all restraint
Has vanished, with no trace.
Drown it out wtih pulsing beats.
No use; lets try square one.
Back to deeds that sicken me.
Oh well... what's done is done.
Stone and rock, the earth is me:
Big block of dried cement;
Move the eyes- To left. To right...
This sounds like what I meant.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem