The occupants of my mind:
Swift speed
calm terrain
emotion blitz
chaos and armageddon
passion aloof
creepy excitement.
Emptiness feels like peace
Can't stay nor be still
I want to leap and feel
but my blood moves like a snail
Among options,
mobility is erased
yet, I know climax
here lacks syntax
cohesion here is a scattergram
with its points repelling
I'll sit and let time pass.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem