Not warm
Not cold
No invitation
Repulsive
Souless
Lifeless
Empty
Gateways to hell
Devoid of everything
Dead
Where did they come from?
Who do they belong to?
Why do they stare at me?
What do they see?
Who do they see?
Or do they see anything at all?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem