the cold
of this stone
complements
my icy skin
the strong
complacent
unchallenged
facade
equates with my exterior
the white
smooth surface
nothing
but a mere reflection
of myself
as my soul
is gushed out of me
that is
the reality of humans
at the end
nothing
but a marble
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem