Trapped Poem by Helene Karrer
Trapped
How should one know what one wants in life if one never dared to think about it?
How should one know if one only cared for others ones whole life?
How should one know if it's clear, that it doesn't matter at all.
So why would anyone wonder
that one feels so trapped in ones life
that one commits suicide to survive.
The intrigues posed by life go unanswered, all of them and more. To survive is the basic instinct of all life forms. so, every act of one should be construed as for survival. Even the act of suicide..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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8/28/2026 4:27:41 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
2) such a short poem, with an ocean of poetry and aesthetics and philosophy conceaed in it. Enjoyed the poem. Thank you.5*