Failing to impress me with your words, turning away from your sorry excuses, leaving you alone.
Developing pictures, seeing only negatives, black and white, disappearing from view, fading into the distance and never living your purpose.
Terror-filled, hiding your real self from the world, hiding your light beneath the bushel of darkness, never letting you know yourself.
A pyramid of sorrow comes crashing down as you find your way and proceed towards an end without any insight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem