Staring at this book
Seeing letters make war
Grammatical beings massacred
I can’t make sense of it
I observe in fascination
Words watch me back
Comatose in time
No comprehension
I close my eyes
I see them in my mind
They haunt me
Torturous poltergeists
Reaching out to grab
Trying to identify
Grasping thin air
My mind disorganized
Definitions trip me up
Defining mental disarray
A perpetual clutter
There is no escape
Is there no light?
No way out?
Lost with no compass
Studying…it’s too hard
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem