Wondering why I'm in such pain then the
memory came: had a breakfast croissant
now my system's up in arms - neck stiff -
brain short-circuiting, my head in agony,
nose, ears, back, lost all interest even in
music and exciting Bible prophecies, no
more summaries of great ideas, no more
attempts to decipher great theories, can't
read my own work, much less that of any-
body else - let me sink into the torrent of
pain to hide in the centre of this tornado
knowing tomorrow I'll be sane again….
[20 January 2015]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem