Thoughts trickling downstream lazily, never thinking of
anything but where they're headed, alone and unaccustom-
ed to having company along the way.
Not knowing how to break the pattern of self-pity and
depression, so continuing to live in depths of despair,
not ever trying to break from self-defeating behavior.
A travesty in itself, being perpetrated by an interior
ignorance, not trying to break this vicious habit that
continues in a pattern of non-existence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem