everywhere in my world
feels empty.
but today it has the hollow emptiness
that only comes from a dwelling
truly abandoned.
this space has the irrevocable
air of bone deep sadness.
here, even you,
have no more reality
than a dream.
knowing I could die of longing
trying to live
on what I've found in this place,
I am nonetheless
riveted to my desolation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem