My insignificance is profound.My constant presence continues to be absent and my words flow only upward where I can only hope God is listening.I move amidst the many and they walk right through me light a specter or shadow that defines the edge of the light.I make no noticeable sound in spite of my conversation… It is a tale told by and idiot to another as only I listen in.The space I occupy is reserved for the no one I have become.Loneliest of all in a crowd of friends…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem