I’m not about to step through that door again
Hitting me on my way out,
As though it couldn’t stand
Another glimpse of me
Wandering through this maze of self-pity
Doesn’t seem to find much hope
I’m at a loss for words
And have lost ability to focus on community
You drive me to seclusion
While I drive myself to insanity
as every care in the world
Saturates my head
Lyrical poetry helps not
Slumber is a desperate shot
Labor best be forgot
Diversions? I think, naught
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem