Praying over life as it continues to delve into
pathways of death without any provocation whatsoever.
Being undecided on how to live, while being killed
every day through sorrow, grief, loneliness and
abandonment.
Chasing them all away by writing through each of
their experiences whenever they arrive and try to
stay with me, causing tears to flow.
Cutting through their feelings in writing, taking
time away so as not to be buried beneath their
emptiness.
(11: 14 a.m. - 1/6/14)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem