Suspended in numb immobility
Swamped in a day sleep of the deep
Caught in the simplicity of inability
Bound with visionless sounds that weep
Blanketed by the fleece of unsung chances
Insolated by inadequacy and nothingness
Stirred by the motion of budding branches
Inspiring scents replace dreary emptiness
3/23/2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem