Like a rich man wearing rags
I’m reminded, once wont always be
Like a stump among trees
Shadows hide my shortcomings
Like a flower among thorns
Shelter stunts my growth
Like a poet without a pen
My words are worth nothing
Like a book without letters
My stories go unspoken
Like a martyr with no cause
I’ve forgotten what was right
Like a ship with no compass
I’ve wandered far off course
Like a deaf man in darkness
I’m lost in my own translation
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem