Clinging to the edge,
even though the bottom is sunshine.
Piercing, fragmented rays - dripping with ink.
So much to hold on for
Yet nothing at all.
Emptiness.
Do I let nails grind away at the stony edge,
in the hope of revealing diamonds?
Or shall I succumb to the pit,
to this feeling?
Between the light and shadow there is no escape.
Each swallows you up in turn - this feeling.
Like the sea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem