Stuck in a corner right now, the only exit being behind me,
and I have no desire to retreat that way again.
Instead, I will sit here and contemplate what I may find in
a solemn silence of medical decay.
Soundly listening to hear advice from knowledgeable sources
who can help me ponder this deliberate attack on my being,
by outside forces pushing their way into me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice work rose I like this one