This squiggly thing inside my top side
Is nothing and protects not a hair on my hide
Yet secretes a venomous substance that I cannot see
It limits what I eat what I do what I’ll be
For this thing is not controllable to anyone now
Perhaps in the future, maybe, somehow
But it eats me alive slowly devouring me
Will I die before it lets me be able to see
What this thing is that troubles me all of the time
And why it is so that it makes me it blame
The thing that goes blank
This matter that’s insane!
What is this peculiar foe that I fear
What is the something that I never ever quite come very near
What is this confounding instrument that is severing me
It’s my mind I tell you that I cannot see!
Did you hear me?
ITS MY MIND I TELL YOU THAT I CAN NOT SEE! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem