the world looks darker
death looks brighter
yet so many look away
there is no escape
but escapism is everywhere
so many avenues to oblivion
these roads lead nowhere
diversion and distraction
are obsessions
an old man looks ahead
imagining the light
but filled with doubt
the light of paradise
he thinks may be
the sharpened edge of night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Clear message; it is all a matter of imagination; dark world, brighter death or the light of paradise