I'm living each of these lonely days only to survive,
I'm remaining alive to only remain alive;
I don't know how to find the key that opens up purpose,
I don't know how to begin anew from the burnt-out ashes of emptiness,
I don't know how to renew my faith in meaningfulness,
I feel like I'm yielding my determination to see dawn
to be frighteningly engulfed in the candle-less night
void of compassion,
I'm scouring the room for an amethyst amulet to protect me,
I'm trying to remember a tenderness I once pursued,
an elated dream that once seeped into my reality,
but I just don't know what to surmise with my existence,
the limits to both my endurance and resistance,
I've been calm throughout but the universe is plunged in doubt,
I'm not one to be heroic but I just might master stoic
as I skirt these pitfalls and gravestones all alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem