Finally the end of today, managed to
hide all the anxiety, lost one document -
but did not flee into a book; no escapism
just carried on, against fear and angst,
even managed the scare of the Poem-
Hunter-troll refusing to send messages
Walls moving away suddenly - seemed
like the opening of the abyss, I regarded
my fear and carried on till the symptoms
went away, why such unfounded anxiety –
can life exert such a price – apparently
yes, marching on, a brave little soldier
Burying the Angst inside so no-one
knows the difficulty appearing sane
with mind recoiling in
irrational fear…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem