As I feel suspended in life,
Then comes loneliness, strife,
Only empty space,
No body, no face.
I am entering the Black Hole of the Mind,
I see sights, yet I am blind.
Although I have ears,
I cannot hear.
My mouth is too crippled to speak,
And my body is paralyzed, weak.
My priceless, carefree soul,
Feel ruptured in the Black Hole.
Today is another session,
With the illness, depression.
Answers will I find
While in the Black Hole of the Mind?
(written in 1997)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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