The subtle changes,
brings new meaning.
the profound outlook,
casted upon one,
with momentary relief.
grasping for air,
drop, kicked,
ripped, torn,
need I ask for more?
bruised,
beyond repair,
pieces,
missing here,
and there.
as the world,
continues,
I stand still.
watching my life pass..
as I wander in..
solitude.
Where my soul,
belongs,
there,
I am unknown,
not felt,
Numb,
and gone.
Burdened with,
slouched shoulders,
chaotic words,
whispered,
when no one,
appears,
in the dark of,
night..
all I hear is everyone.
deafening,
my very existents.
It's I,
I fear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem