There’s an ache hiding
somewhere in my left elbow.
I seek it out,
lean into it,
devious ache
keeps me awake.
And albeit I am haggard,
now and then, and the words
may blur, marginally, on the screen,
and everything is warm,
soft and warm,
I cannot sleep,
not yet,
later,
sleep
must wait,
but my heart is heavy
in my chest, and
it beats
sluggish...
and more sluggish
and slower still,
and time is slow,
and the light is slow,
and my mind is slow,
and so,
I seek out that ache,
it keeps me awake,
anew.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear young one, it is time you saw a doctor. Elbow is paining. Heart is heavy. Chest is heavy. Mind is slow. There is something regarding your health. Show the poem to a doctor and perhaps he will give you proper medicines.