time escapes
your notice
7 turns to 9
and then 1
and you find
yourself in the
middle of
darkness
it is 3 am and
you thought
you were still in
a dreamy 5
inwardly
nothing changes
there is no clock
in feelings
which misleads
you into
thinking that
you are not
human
wrinkled hands
memories forgotten
aching joints
failing sight
time hands you
the wisdom of
death
the silent exit
unto the other wall
where no one knows you
and you know no one
you escape time
and it did not notice
you either.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem