I go around in circles
around myself
having lost my destination
I am stuck in my mind's morass
so icky and gooey that
every time I try to find my way back home
Laistrygonians and Cyclops
will always pop up on my mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Τhe mythical icon in front of you to haunt thoughts and feelings in the picturable way, that is in real poetical..