I cant shake off the cold
it surrounds me, permeating
me to the core
this zombie life of the walking dead
going through the motions as though
I were alive
work to make someone wealthy
not me
exist because its all I can do
enjoy the small happy moments
few as they may be
overwhelmed at times by the tide
taking refuge in this small abode
disbelieving the myth of love
moving slowly towards oblivion
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem