Pages of inner journals lying on photographic screens,
depicting life, feelings and emotions I'm having through-
out the years.
Difficult to digest at times, impossible to come to
terms within certain situations and circumstances,
living on edges of a neverland.
Wondering where to go from there, seeing no future
or reason for being here, plodding on with no direction
or goal, wandering, roaming this earth.
Numb, deserted by mankind, not even caring, wanting to be
alone, a solitary entity on this earth, leaving life be-
hind to fend for itself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem