Between the walls and my body
The voices are inaudible
There’s nothing left to say
Annihilate the filthy slate
The efforts to squeeze out a thought
Leave the remains wasted to illusions
All the glamour has faded to nonsense
The driveway is left car-less
And there you look at me
As if I stand insignificant
But how I’m tired of this messy life
With the unfinished poems to myself
There’s nothing left in me
Nothing left to say to you
When the dawn breaks quietly
I’ll annihilate the filthy slate
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem