at the hotel's mirror
after a cold bath at night
i look at myself,
i sighed, i have neglected
what i am,
what i was was once
strong and beautiful
perhaps, i have never loved
myself well enough
my skin are loose from my bones
my stomach is bloating
there has been too much craving
for food to conceal what i have lost
there is so much sitting down
upon those dismal failures
i could have run away that fast
away from dismay
i am tired, i have decided to let go
beauty, and wit and ego
let them have it then
i have no more reasons
valid enough to keep me firm
and fast and alive
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful poem about self introspection. You convinced me, back to the gym and English Lit. I'll start with Whitman. He's a maniac!