I shout within the unending pit,
Deep from darkness, I'm unseen.
Just watching the enlarging suffocated vault 'n kit,
Oh! Who's mean! ?
No one hears the precious essence of words,
Minding theirs and disregarding mine.
Seeking up but praising no Lords,
Being idiots by the corner in line.
Stupidity leads paths to nowhere,
At least I'm fine being inexpressive.
I'm contented, comfortably, impulsive,
And there I see no flare.
Mine is an expressive tone,
Which will make me feel never alone.
I see no hatred,
And I feel opposite of maltreated.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem