Read between the messy lines,
that's what apathy said.
Those small spaces were divine,
but too much for my head.
Letter after small letter,
ink fusing to paper,
black, discordant and fettered
wishing this light shone better.
Find solace in these small voids,
that's what apathy said.
A blank space you can't avoid,
is how I should be read.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Too much from my head! Thanks for sharing.