Feeling irrelevant, unconcerned and alien in my
own life, a psychopath, lost feeling, lost meaning
no doorway into reality left, locked up in my own
head, mind lost, immobile, waiting for these mo-
ments to pass
So much time of my life I have spent in this way,
waiting for meaning to return, for a sense of reality
to surface, sitting in this state of catatonia, I wish
to participate in the ever-moving tableau of
activity - alas, my brain cuts out
There is nothing to do but wait while I take pill
upon pill, hoping something will work - it is so
dull, even the reel of fantasies in my head has
come to a standstill, no spool turning any-
where, just an iron grip
Around my ears while the feeling of fatigue
multiplies….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem