Life can become unbearable
as tanglings of emotions lie visable,
Tiring you as days grow long
rewiring you as nights creep along.
Seeking a break from routine
solace comes few and far between,
Eyes but await the clock's hand
pity time won't stop on command.
2005
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
vivid images a searing poem time always a problem to have it go at the right pace through our lives keep up the good work