Triangulation of pain,
A semblance of disdain.
Myriad emotions ignite.
To escape,
To release,
To feel content with this world.
Luck does not fruit for all.
A war rages,
A conflict of two antithetical identities.
Apathy.
Passion.
Do I care?
Do I feel?
We are alone.
We are fragile.
We are human.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem