Talking with the pool players, laughing, smiling,
pretending to be alive and well.
Inside, I have already died, left without a word
and no one can even tell the difference.
Only a shell is present, no feelings felt, no
interest in anything about.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have said so much in this short poem, we at times have to put a face on because we have already died inside! Great write!