Poetry - 'je suis, jestem, io sono, sum'

I am bound to a language in which my tongue confines me. 

Syntax of sorrow, so silent, so scarce, 

Trap my tongue to tame me, though tremble I don't dare. 

My manner is mechanical, maintained maddeningly by mediocrity, 

Language largely languid, this lethargy I can not bear. 

I am, Je suis, Jestem, Io sono, Sum--

An unfulfilling language binds me, and leads me to my tomb. 

- Historia Omen