Tired of actions brought on by other people,
singling me out for tortuous moments of
complete abandonment.
Finding avenues to circumvent the emptiness
being brought into my interior self-image.
Tokenly betraying an energetic sadness as
it flows forever silently downstream in
particles broken off from intellectual
imagination.
Sorrowfully walking into darkened tunnels,
unafraid of death grabbing at my being,
knowing God is protecting me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem