Sitting here unconscious, immobile,
helpless, chained to my chair, I’ve
fallen into a pit of despair, falling still,
on my way down, my head is heavy;
my ears filled with lead, my mind
sluggish and my feelings are dead
Behind a glass wall looking out upon
the world, the picture the same, only
I am not, I’ve turned into a statue, time
has stopped; if I don’t snap out of this,
they’ll lock me up – as happened once
before, I dare not admit anything
I must keep my pose and wait until life
returns – insanity is doing the same things,
but expecting new results; I’m still living the
same old life, so I don’t expect new results,
life is meaningless; nothing has changed;
I’m still chained to a mind that
Cannot change to accommodate a new
life-giving attitude to reality, I’m catatonic
suspended in limbo…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem