In the hope of giving new hope
to a despairingly hopeless self
everyday I soundlessly drop
an empty bowl, in an already empty bowl.
only to realize
that this sorrow is of a very foolish kind,
for it's been so long and
so much of unhappiness has been spent
but the pain hasn't lessened
nor has it sunk any deeper.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem