Meaningless the gestures
affection or lack thereof
love was forlorn I believe
nothingness was my comfort.
The scornful you towered upon me
like a hopeless case of doubt
drowning in my pool
of absence for sensation.
Little did you know
I once throbbed the heart of a poet
but you broke me to pieces
now I am devoid of feeling; I am Insipid.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem