The voice calls you suddenly. It starts off quit.
almost like a whistle heard from a thousand miles away.
it seems to hurt your head
once you realize the damage
it kind of gets annoying.
Almost like a buzzing fly
the problem with this is your unable to just wack it or shoo it away
it sticks to you
being reminded of such an action after recooperating starts you back on the tracks
begging for another chance to show you can switch it around.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem