I’m dislocated
and derailed
Unwanted, unexpected,
unavailed And unhailed
Hopes are veiled
In dubious dust
My inner I am blown away
By windy dust.
And now I trust
Snakes under the green lea
And crocodiles;
Of the salty savage sea.
But I believe not thee
The frail thee;
I believe not my self
My inner me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
to who your trust then?