12 de diciembre, 2004
Amid the mist,
the nausea,
My spirit agonizes,
Searches in vain
Among my shattered dreams,
Nothing makes sense;
This meaningless journey
Asphyxiates me,
Consumes my days;
And yet, I remain
Standing, fighting, defying
Injustice, sadness, solitude
Until when?
I don’t know,
Only death is certain
My whole being,
My existence
Is crumbling
Setting off constantly south,
Inevitably making its way back,
And then,
the emptiness,
The void,
the nothingness,
Of its absurdity
UYYYYYYYY Senora, me ha dejado temblando.
ResponderEliminarYou are right, it is all about the void, it is all about emptiness...
Excelente y un punto mas para usted, esta escrito en Ingles.
Un beso grande de otra expatriada como usted that feels sometimes the void and the emptiness as well.
PETRA
Hoy me siento como este poema........hasta mi comentario esta vacio
ResponderEliminartenemos transes en la vida y metamorfosis q nos atrapan,pero lo brillante es salir de ellas sin hacernos daño y recuperar la confianza en nosotros mismo.tremendo post,perdona q no habia comentado antes,saludos y besos.
ResponderEliminarSadly im another one feeling this way 2.....Nice poem though
ResponderEliminar