My powerful play is over.
The curtain's been dropped before me,
with no one else on this dusty stage.
My verse was gibberish, spoken only to
myself, incomprehensible mutterings of a
second's thought. These lines wound and
wound to ultimate triviality where there
is only black silence.
My role was meaningless,
capturing no one's attention.
A performance where I stand
naked to my self, with only
a blank expression.
The stage lights dimmed, and
curtain calls taken, I am on
a final bed, covered in
blackness. I lay solemn and
forget my achievements. The
only thing I know is that now
loneliness leads to emptiness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem