Now understanding dawns, not behind
a glass wall but enclosed in a capsule;
even talking with a colleague a glass
encasement stays, my head aches,
possibly a psychological problem:
We learn acceptance of things we
cannot change - this must be like
that, if only I knew exactly, when
depression occurs in the lovely
surrounds of my office
It’s easier dealt with, anywhere
else I would feel despondent
and lost - but here I just feel
a little unhappy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem