THE POEMS REPEAT THEMSELVES
The poems repeat themselves
And I become a burden to myself-
I cannot escape
I am only all that I am
And that is not enough-
The poems repeat themselves
I repeat myself-
And what was of small and questionable value once
Now seems of no value at all-
The poems repeat themselves
And I am stuck in who I am
And this is where I am now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem