~I hide behind the biggest lie,
deceit etched and carved into my soul.
Nothing confronts me, nothing tries,
Not even the spirit of time
as it flies into an an abyss of dark coal
and back.
The delicate wings of understanding caress me
But I do not deserve her ethereal patience.
She feeds me honey-sweet droplets of real love
But I suck the warmth until all's but cold.
I understand beyond the point of understanding
And think beyond the point of thinking
Until the nothingness I'm made of provokes me,
and tells me that
I'll stay forever without growing weak or old.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem