So empty I breathe short gasps,
Leaving places cold and untouched.
The void in which I live entraps,
Simply losing a mind fragmented.
In turn a moth creates more than I,
So long gone unloved and alone.
I know now that I am the blind eye,
Useless and unsavable.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Matt! I think this is a great poem. It expresses a lot. But I'm sure you are not like that it the poem. You are a really good poet! I look forward to seeing more of you in the future.