Lonely eyes showing my soul, deterring others from wanting to know me.
No longer holding onto hope, I dash myself upon the concrete and feel nothing anymore.
Not being able to penetrate this prolonged haze hanging over me I hold onto rhythms as they take me where I can play and write with my imagination on paper.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dark! i guess you recovered enough from the concrete episode to write again. thanks for sharing. nice writing. ;)