Faces of triviality floating
On shallow seas.
I do not belong.
Voices, barely above a whisper,
Hushed for my hearing.
I do not belong.
The stirring of endless echoes
Resounding nothingness.
I do not belong.
The eye of superficiality staring,
Striking straight through me.
I do not belong.
A vat of black bleeding,
Seeping away from life.
Always I long.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
musical! thoughtful also!