Sometimes you are only 'you'.
you stand like a single entity,
detached from this world.
Having least idea of what you want.
.
You just exsists, that's all.
And you are not sad for any
reason, but not happy either.
something remains unsorted.
.
A strange paralysis of mind,
stagnancy or a state of helplessness.
And you stares at life, but in vain.
Emptiness just crawls around you.
.
Pages remain blank with nothing to write.
Sun rises and it sets, nothing changes
And you find yourself trapped
in a lonely island.
You stares with no emotions.
Nothing seems important nor
worthless!
.
sometimes you sense this, and
you are only 'you '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem