To the left or to the right
Enclosed by a wall too tight
At the front or at the back
Neither a path nor a track
Looking above and looking down
An escape plan doesn’t come up strong
Trapped in the middle with nowhere to turn
A victim rhyming the torturous hum
Unwillingly without a place to run.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nowhere to turn, I like it, thanks.