There is a black place,
in which i stand,
it's cold,
blank and empty,
cruel and unplanned,
It doesn't feel fair,
It doesn't feel right,
i wish i could wish it away,
sweep it under the rug,
if there was a rug,
if i had a wish,
but thats not the case,
there's an emptiness in which i am,
it's cruel and cold,
its completely in my hands.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well penned, , , the emptiness phenomenon, , , so close