Existential Angst is growing, Youth Day means no work
this Monday; I haven’t done any reading or writing yet,
just drove around in the warm winter sun and thinking
about nothing – searching for subjects to laugh about;
looking for fun – but now that the day is nearing its end;
the worry is growing again – I always worry about the
rationale for my earthly existence - justification for
being alive – and today I haven’t discovered any…
I’m growing scared, time is running out, haven’t done
anything today, didn’t care for what the newspaper had
to say, spent the day with family, a fourteen-year old
girl hating her twelve-year old brother with passionate
vengeance, the father happy to sit in the sun; I checked
the work I brought home and did not feel like starting
with it - while the feeling of guilt is growing; I never feel
like going in the right direction – I just want to dream
Embroider on the adventures of my Ludmilla and her
Semjonof…
I could relate to these mundane activities of a day... Like the way it moves from one end to the other at ease.. Presence of lyrical beauty in each line.... Rgs Rema
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoy how this Poem works towards a furious ending, (the closer you reach the end of it the faster you read) - good rythm, it made me feel exactly how one feels on these days, when you feel you have achieved nothing and wanted to do so much and as soon as you realize this you feel more anxious but you realize it's too late and still do nothing in any way. Then start feeling sad because your free day is spent. Thanks