i set here looking out
the window not seeing
anything but some
trees, bushes, tables,
and chairs
everything looks so
so dead
kind of like nothing
has been there in along
time
where is the life
why has it left
was there ever life
there
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hmmm. I like this poem because it reflects upon one's reality. To view 'outside' of oneself to contemplate if life exists is to be void of life 'within'? OR, do we see lifeless objects as possessing 'life' therefore once we observe the reality and purpose of inanimated objects do we feel less worthy WITH life? empty outside also implies there's some emptiness 'inside' as well!