My mind is trapped,
within regression,
My body has no place to roam.
For years I have spent
to defend this home.
in a stone walled castle,
Alone to fight….
My own…
Life kills, For me to learn.
It shapes to fit,
The evolutional world.
Nature will die…
Destiny contains,
The same for I.
But the more we discover….
The more we uncover….
From a stick to a stone.
A fire..
Speared bone…
This life creates.
The faster we precipitate
Is it destruction?
Or maybe a function?
Could possibly be a mixed conjunction,
Of the two.
Callous days,
Seismic waves.
No matter the ways.
Peace...
Is merely a stone throw away….
~Empath~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem