Oblivious to all, insensitive and dead, impervious
to every emotion, malaise and headache change
me into a grouch, practice keeps voice even and
prevents me from seeking solace in pills offering
no long-term relief, their false promise of health
only creates false expectations
Staring at TV screen, no ability to read, takeaway
with seasoning the killer, no motivation to fight for
chemical balance due to despair at overreaction
to food, nothing makes enough difference to in-
spire trying harder to overcome this counter-
productive situation
Even when improving, allergy simply surfaces
again, only helpful imagery is Christian theory
bearing a cross and wearing a crown of thorns
without these life seems ridiculous- any fairy-
tale assigning symbolic meaning to suffering
gives power to
Climb the steep, difficult mountain of life, I do
not seek elusive truth, only pragmatic value
conferring strength to tackle my life…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem