I am lost in the memory
Between what was, what could be,
And what is.
A situation impossible to fix:
My own Rubik's ruby.
Thoughts too far away to foresee
Leave me shocked—wishing to flee
My death wish.
No contemplation survives amidst
Rigid bombarding.
So it is, in this spot so tiny,
That I continue lost until a thought reminds me
That I am still in the mist
Of inexistence—
That I continue lost in the memory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem