Sensing an energy inside, apparently from the past child within me.
Striking a match of imagination, letting it flare up and consume me in a creative way.
Falling into an abyss, looking around, trying to climb out and recapture my youth.
Hoping to be alone in my loneliness, without anyone bothering my state of mind.
Holding together, particles of my being, as I am stranded by myself on a lone shore of tomorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem