Crashing with each wave that knocks the boat in
another direction - just existing and going along
for this diabolical ride, life has set up from
birth.
Talking, speaking to the wind, no one else will
listen, as I grasp my little space in time.
Loneliness, the only friend I have, it's been
with me since being born, it's human nature.
Knowing how much loneliness becomes me, I slip
under the boat as it rocks above me, flowing
with memories and water down the river.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem