Fighting for a balance between reality and the insistence
of age, as it tries to tear me from this life without even
giving anything in return.
Loss of appetite for anything on earth is permeable and
completely taking over inside, wishing and wanting things
that are not available and can never be given by anyone.
Silently, sitting in the dark, walls of a canyon enclosing
and building, being too high to climb or see over.
Troubling thoughts are rising with every day that life
continues to exist, losing hope of a lifetime as the
curtain of night falls across my sight.
Trying to blind me, yet I can see through the darkness
continuing to move forward, knowing that nothing really
matters on earth to a lost soul wandering across earth's
desert.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem