To stumble down the dark abyss,
Clawing at nothing,
Seeing nothing,
Being nothing, but,
The smallest mote of dust,
Gliding down,
With no way back up,
Knowing that there is no bottom,
Knowing that this feeling,
This feeling of emptiness,
Will continue,
Knowing that you’re nothing,
But a hollow shell,
Who will forever,
Stumble down the dark abyss,
Of nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem