When they saw me
on my back eyes
fixed to the ceiling,
my once lively condition
had deteriorated to the point
of being unrecognizable.
They felt sorry
for the abandoned but not forgotten,
the famished
but not forsaken poor old me.
Their most lamentable lamentations
were well received,
but
what they didn't know
was what I had been learning
while on my back
being bathed in pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem