what i hear this
morning is about the news of her
disorientation
she repeats the names of
those who left her
over and over again
she keeps asking for her
pills
she has aches all over her
body
when she goes to the doctor
the latter finds nothing
wrong
it is the apathy of her soul
the Furies are pulling her hair
and breaking her every bone
bad karma is the knife that slices
every portion of her skin
she will be returned home
now there is no cure
she will speak in ciphers
that she herself cannot understand
there is pain everywhere
but there is no visible wound
she finds no comfort in air
she is grasping for breath
she tears her own clothes
and roams naked in her mansion
her children are asking her
but her answers are dumb.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem