Yesterday's haunting from sidelines of life,
casting memories out like a line from a fish-
ing pole.
The only bait being images and visions of the
past, luring me into watching and reliving them
all again.
Caught up in nets of emotion, feelings pouring
into my being, one after another, no reprieve in
sight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem