This violence in my mind.
I struggle with the languages.
To define who I am.
My heart feels lacking always.
Lonely Spirit forever searching.
My souls depth has me drowning within myself.
Poet. Artist. Human.
So broken even put together.
Lifeless yet full of breath.
I am the walking contradiction.
Of a know it all who has got it all.
Having everything isn't having everything.
Passionate Sex. Adoring Lovers.
Not Enough. Never Enough.
Crying with weary red sore eyes.
Yet perfecting fake smiles.
Can you help me?
Suffering. Suffering.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'I am the walking contradiction / Of a know it all who has got it all.' My two favourite lines, because they are so very abstract. The pure definition of your poetry, you make the thoughts in my head collide.