I’m sinking tonight,
sinking into the hard,
cold bitterness that
sustains when life
turns into pain
With Rudi gone
there is no-one,
with Rudi gone,
there is nothing,
the path to sanity,
Sunshine and happiness
is overgrown with
brambles and nettles
and I’m frozen stiff,
I can’t move,
I’ve turned into
a statue…
I know how you are feeling. I myself don't want to turn into a statue. Emotions gone cold. I guess we have to try look at the other positive things in life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You paint the picture of emptiness very euphorically in this lovely poem. arya