Sometimes I feel like I've been here before.
Sometimes I have rather eerie notions.
Sometimes I feel as though I don't belong
In my own lifetime. And on occasions
I'm overwhelmed by the darkest sorrows.
I can't be revived by soft persuasions.
Sometimes I can't glimpse a bright tomorrow.
Sometimes truth's a bitter pill to swallow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem