THERE IS TOO MUCH IN ME
There is too much in me
Too many feelings-
Too much longing for the past
Too much need for those no longer here
Too much wishing to see and be with them again-
The past calls me again and again-
I do not know how to-
I cannot answer it.
I wait for some other witness
From those past times of my life
I need to hear from and share with them.
There is no one left who cares.
I alone care
For so much which is gone.
And when I go
All of us will be gone.
And where is the future generation?
And what have I done with my life?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem