The poems are no longer poems
Were they ever true poems?
Perhaps a few among a mass of too simple lines
I have lost all sense of complex ambiguity
And the music is not very musical
The poems are no longer poems
And I am writing just to stay alive
It is not good
But it is what I have and am now
Perhaps I have written too much for too long
But I somehow need to continue breathing
For as long as I can
Thus I write these uncertain lines disquietly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting read.Thanks for sharing.