The jarring sound left me as a jar head in the midst of war -
in a gulf that's so abyss - I can't phantom where I am.
The silence that followed swallowed me whole in the abyss
Hole. Leaving me alone to ponder how alone I am.
Nostalgia abandons me and has left me without a home,
Just a hole to crawl in and out of like an unforgotten mouse.
Bare and empty is the feeling that penetrates my soul -
That permeates me whole, leaving me to weep bitterly.
Only if these feelings I'm describing were actually so, then
Maybe there could be hope - to feel a feeling that's felt
By countless souls. Counting down the winding clock till
I'm no more - till I no longer feel alone in this hole.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem