Why does this emptiness fill up my being?
This black void of nothingness that envelops me
I want to do nothing
Live invisible from the world
Within but separate
There is a soul that needs to repair itself
And find the energy that once overflowed
And made everything I touched a success
But maybe this is nature’s way of saying
That after the zenith, plunge into the nadir
Of` listlessness, doubt and loneliness
I need to, for a short while, keep aside my share of life’s yolk
And walk on the quiet shores, of my life’s restless ocean
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