Behind empty eyes,
in a restless mind,
thrown about in violent turmoil,
lives a vanquished soul.
It was placed there
not by love or indifference,
but by choice.
in dark corners,
surrounded by ink black thoughts,
it now resides,
always looking for a small ray of light
but never living in hope.
It has lost its will.
The urge to fight has settled.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey... dis 'n sad gedig... bietjie haunting en hopeloos.... eina.