I'd like to think about
Nothing,
All I see is tragedy and lies,
Around me,
The World closing in
On me.
I inhabit,
Empty rooms,
Where no Tales
Of human frails
Will astound me,
Evil winds, tormented gales,
Come now, and drown me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As an expression of despair this poem is self fulfilling.you identify your subject as frustration, which falls far short of despair.. Other details fall short of despair: ALL I SEE IS TRAGEDY AND LIES. For me the word TRAGEDY refers the Human Condition and confronting it is noble, not despairing.And you have seen the lies for what are: you have not been duped. What if before the gales drown you, a saving remnant of citizens restores the sharing and hope that fill the rooms again. Then instead of the World as a malign Horde closing in on you, it will be restored citizens summoning you. I don't want you to drown.