I am just another broken candle
My light dappled in pain
Sometimes life is the falling rain
Dripping wax
You are a dim dream
Even lust runs down the drain
Van Gogh sighs
When beauty fades in dark shadows
When religion feels like guilt
Existential nausea
Nothing intellectual left
No desire to impress you
Light through the window
It’s morning again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem