Here today,
Flawed tomorrow
Consulting his bank of mind,
Realizing he's bankrupt there, with no chance of withdrawal except from reality
The next endeavor is to loan himself out,
But since he becomes rusty too often,
Most offers are too much of a compromise
That's his tale,
One of solutions viewed but just out of reach,
With dark days that just bleed together, and are bloody
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem