Where to start?
Not here for sure.
Nor in the middle,
a crossroads
for turning around.
To start at the end
would be pointless.
Nowhere to go after that,
the end would be the beginning,
whereas the beginning in reality
would be the end.
Much too complex to begin
to understand.
It is all over
before it began.
I have been betrayed.
(8-26-2014)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem