I never thought that it will come to this point
When loving you would be too painful
Words used to flow like wine
Now, I am left with none.
I feel jaded, lost in the crowd
Lost in this noisy confused world
Where everything is falling apart
Like how I feel in my heart.
It used to be that words flow from my mind to my pen
Like neuro sparks from my brain
Ideas, thoughts, they no longer register
It is all gone, there is nothing left of me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I come from this poem feeling the exhaustion of one who has tried so hard to love and arrived now at a point of desolation. The words echo in the mind, creating an image of emptiness, of a spent creativity. A sad read but so expressive. Nicely done, thank you June.