Mirror in front..
on the right a wall..
on the left another wall..
at the back my bed..
Feels like everything is getting closer and closer..
there's nothing to do..
No internet..
No Facebook..
No youtube..
Just a laptop..
and an ipad right here..
looking up and down..
turning around..
full of fear..
there's nothing to do..
Can't talk to my friend..
Can't post something new..
is this the end? ? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is always parchment and quill. That's all I have on my ship. Good poem without all the modern gadgets.