So many things…
Spinning in my head
So many things…
I wish I were dead
So many things…
No one understands,
So many things…
Life demands
So many things…
Going on around me
So many things…
People want me to be
So many things…
I’ve had enough
So many things…
I just want to give up!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
T.S.Eliot said of poetry that ' great lines are those whose words have often a network of tentacular roots reaching down to the deepest terrors and desires'. And so it is with your work. I have read them all and have been touched by the Love of friends, concern for siblings, anger at cruelty to innocents, despair at seeming helplessness, dertermination to express and the strength to overcome. A little of Laura has reached these shores through your poetry and I shall remember her at my next sunrise. Keep writing your art and let wider life be your canvas. Rgds., frank.