Soothing, soft, wrapping intellect in it's cocoon,
protecting it from the damage of life's turmoil
and stress.
Altogether walking away, falling into caverns
hidden by emotion, looking up through tear-filled
eyes, wondering what to do and what will happen at
long last.
Nothing coming to light as I continue to think and
stagnate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem