The emptiness I feel
In the life I lead
Can't fill and steal pains that deal
Blows I seldom need
In the air I breathe
In the lungs I possess and the stress
That assails the disbelief I loathe
In the witness I assess
In circumstances whose distances and stances I witness
To circumvent events that prevent the downfall I suspect
Exploits the weakness
In the sorrows that inhabit the prospect
In mistakes for high stakes in the past I made
To sneak justification
Into the stolen grade
I accumulated from the infraction in the mission
I set without prior consideration of the gravity whose motility and propinquity
I didn't grasp
In the liquidity I invested in the volatility
Whose clasp on the last ditch gasp
Spurs breathlessness in the recklessness I kill
As considerations of dark thoughts roam free
To ask me heartbreaks to heal
For reasons I can't see
But parallax in circumstances I experience
In situations insanities dictate
In the lance dance whose influence and confluence
I hate to regret and serrate
In the hollowness I dislike
As my mind grows cold
While spikes sorrows hike
Stakes, threatening my happiness to withhold.
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I would like to translate this poem
Very nice. Enjoyed. 'In the hollowness I dislike As my mind grows cold While spikes sorrows hike Stakes, threatening my happiness to withhold. '... is such a nice stanza. Thanks for sharing.