I am a machine, replaying in French an
expression of English synonyms so bare
of feeling my mind empties, spirit dissolves,
soul absconds; my chair contains an empty
shell of dark despair
I hope my spirit returns, soul again whole
after retrieving scattered fragments from
ends of the earth, I am so lonely without
feelings - utter loneliness remains the
only sensation, a curtailed sensory
event, an appearance without
emotional investment
abandoned at the outer layer of life,
no access to warmth of feeling and
meaning inside
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So sad a note of your note. As i read the poem it give a sad note, but poetry portrayed here.