I watch the words
As they come
Slowly
Drop by drop
Moving into shapes
That make no meaning
I feel my body sigh
At its inadequacy
Knowing the inevitability
Of futility
I sense the confusion
Of disjointedness
Of who I am
And who I wish to be
Past and present
With no future
Only questions
I think a thousand thoughts
Not knowing
A single’s worth
Put a few on paper
And stare
And sigh
Not seeing
Seeing nothing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
God have made the world out of nothing.... and you write something from nowhere as you said, yet it turned out to be something worth reading. Good job.woth 10 for me.