SOMETHING TELLS ME I HAVE WRITTEN THIS POEM BEFORE
A poem a poem and then another poem
Something tells me I have written this poem before
Something tells me all the poems I have to write
Have been written before
Something tells me
This kind of Repetition
Has no special meaning or usefulness
Something tells me
I am trying to stay alive
And repeating myself
As if I do not know how to live
With my own meaninglessness
A poem a poem and then another poem
And all of them written before
And to be rewritten
Again and again and again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There may be only one God my friend, but I believe, that every emotion you have ever experienced in your life is a gift to Him that is purely and uniquely you. Likewise our poems shine in the heavens, poor as they may be, twinkling with the gifts that God has given us. And your poems are not poor, but rich indeed for they do not intend to cull favor, but just to speak your truth, like precious gems they sparkle.