Clutter—
it all winds up as clutter
messing up your mind
and the crevasses and intricate spaces
cobwebs—
dust-bunnies
of our minds
create havoc, leaving envy, animosity
corroding the fiber of our very being
make it
STOP!
We can’t it just keeps on going
Like a train on an endless tack to nowhere
Speeding faster—
Going quicker—never-ending—
A song that invades your head and never leaves, whistles on and on
Continues so that your brain hurts, it pounds so
Into nothingness
Continuously
then eventually is has to
because nothing else
makes
sense
anymore
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem