I feel I'm stuck
In this space and time
The vastness that goes beyond
a null frame of mind.
I have been moving
In and out,
Over and about.
Inertia builds
the walls around.
The silence,
The truth.
Diaspora.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sort of philosophical write. Beautifully inked. Loved it.