I woke up today.
I have been lost.
Where am I?
What happened?
Did my my life sneak by unannounced?
I guess, and I suppose I feel lighter.
It's amazing.
I've lived 10000 lives I suddenly remember.
Death comes early to the repressed.
I could sleep 1000 days and be ok.
Atrophied? Maybe.
Hopefully the earth will come to rescue.
Put me in the recycling bin, don't fill me with formaldehyde.
Laws in my life I could never a bide.
Unsaid social and cultural uncouth
To parade a body, to show the youth.
For day and days.
As I see all I never did before,
I realize I don't want it anymore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem