Popping up and down to rhythmic beats of exasperation, riding an emotional roller coaster through life, experiencing what most people can never even think or derive.
So-called serenity stands waiting, hoping to expend itself in interior intellect for times of intense grief and sadness.
Feeling empty, never being filled up, except by abandonment, pulling at life cords of reality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem