Flesh. Blood. Bone.
Raw. Cold. Bare.
Devoid of feeling,
We breathe. We exist.We survive.
There's a void within nothing can fill.
Numbness prevails.
We are beyond pain.
Reduced to mere insensate beings,
All around blank darkness settles.
We're humans we claim,
Yet within, humanity dies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem.......mind crawls for a while.........