footsteps fading
down the dimly lit hallway
of a psych ward
my niece's room of her own
shrinks to black and white
I imagine that the speaker is visiting her niece at a psych ward, probably for the first time. I can only imagine that it must feel like a strange, saddening, out of body experience. Well captured in so few lines.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful Tanka on psychological ground is amazingly shared. Thanks for sharing.