indescribable emptyness aproaches
from a corner all its own
it hits me in and wont let me out
when it finally does let me out,
im wounded, without hope
i stagger up, just to get knocked down by the fist of cruelty
then when i try to get up
when i try to move it stings......everywhere
where they stabbed my, they pour salt
some people try to help me up, but only to let me fall again
if i finally do get up it will be because of god
i know i need him, its just i dont know where the rope is
where do i find god? , i ask myself
when my unexpressable sadness kills me like a million beestings
maybe i need to die a little more
for the answer to come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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