Fell on my forehead
Bruised the tail instead
Fried my fingers
Badly my toe lingers
Is this the life I chose?
Or is this the life that chose me?
All I do is unorthodox
Like stuck head down in a box
The joy in me
Are these tears you see
My death is my misery
And my misery; my death’s mystery
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem