The tides, they turn against me, a
lonesome traveller
fighting for the shore.
I am against the current.
pulled under, swept along the
bottom
with the masses, searching
for a way to make some
bubbles pop
on the surface
like a mini-flare, signaling:
I am here. I am
Here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem