Traipsing through a sorrowful pool of tears,
hurting intensely without eliciting a sound.
Tattered and torn, expired from within, with
no expectations in life, nothing left to
anticipate or look forward to.
Requisites being left behind, scattered to
the wind with lifeless content to hold on to.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I've read quite a lot of your poems.You surely have a poetical talent.Make your verses shorter where long ones, do not only deal with personal matters, try to write as being someonelse with different personal ideas. Do not talk about thing you can not prove their existence.Do not talk about ideas and theories, abstract thingsetc, depict, as you do mostly icons pictures.You can write very good poems.Congratulations.