A stare at the blinding darkness: -
The sky has lost her looming lustre,
And here I am in this purgatory.
Light is near and far away with this gesture;
The ground is solitary.
Do not fail to understand,
Like a rock which becomes sand.
It is with infinite zeal that I stand;
Everything will be questioned in this land.
The waves are beginning to creak,
Desire has been ravaged.
We were never meant to have a streak,
'Tis something in which we engaged
Existence is destined to doom,
And I am the star who has to rise.
To learn how to live with this gloom,
Peer past the insurmountable surprise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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