Another day, another whole.
New recollection.
And still,
another hole.
Just digging,
keeps digging.
And digging.
Debating what to do.
Yesterday seeking,
new-ness
came and went.
Yesterday is not the same reality.
As todays'
is not the same.
Inwhich
slightly to remain.
Another day,
same hole.
And still digging deeper.
Digging into this role.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i wanted more out of it............ i felt it ended so early