What is this warmth,
Water running down my face
Saying something that I do not understand.
Am I crying?
I feel emotionless yet this liquid,
Keeps pooling out of my eyes.
And then this burning that echoes in
My very being willing me to do something,
Is that anger?
I don't understand what I'm feeling,
Or is it anything at all.
I don't want to be hollow anymore...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem