The weight of silence presses down,
clouds stretch like weary hands,
holding me back,
holding me in.
Breath is thinner here,
the world below shrinking,
a whisper of what was,
a memory dissolving in light.
Beyond the last barrier,
nothing pulls-
only motion, only vastness,
only the endless unknown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem