THERE IS NO TIME FOR A POEM NOW
There is no time for a poem now
And no hope a poem will save me-
I must find another way
A way not of poems and poetry
But what can that way be?
I do not think I will find another way
With poems or without them-
I have only this way
It has not it does not it will not save me-
But it is what I have
And what I am-
There is no way
I try to write another poem
But it is not the way-
I do not have
I will never have the way
Perhaps I will still have some small poetry
Perhaps.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem