A place of confinement and restraint...
It's where you end up when you neither belong to heaven or hell
floating through timeless space...in a motion
so...exhausting...straining...tormenting...
everything you see moves in shadows
forever waiting wearily for something...
something vague...could be a beginning or an end
hopelessness immense...
a parody so vexedly intense
where every hour of everyday is eternity
Caught in a time of infinite futile tarry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem