Cobwebs of distraction swing about my mind, grabbing
on to images of other things hiding in imagination's
corners.
Filling with words and pictures, an infinity within,
a lack of social graces, as people are kept at bay.
Longing for some connection, a brief acknowledgment
at best, nothing comes to touch a mind from without.
All is lost inside, yet found at the nib of a pen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Longing for some connection, a brief acknowledgement at best. Lines really resonated with me. Enjoyed the poem and it's theme. Thanks for sharing.