Disposal - Poem by Mikoto
Once more, start again from the beginning.
At random. Pack in bag. Disposal.
My arbitrariness. I don't hear anything.
I have get my own way from now on.
Empty room. Empty mind.
'I can do everything over again. '
Thing and feelings that began to overflow.
It doesn't become my own way. And disposal.
'Once more, from the beginning.'
Collects for myself, and gathers without permission.
It doesn't become my own way. Because disposal.
Collects. Gathers. And disposal.
Many times repeat same thing.
Many many times repeat.
It's repeated in the heaven too.
The God's arbitrariness. I can't hear it.
Comments about Disposal by Mikoto
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye