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Drifting Away

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

4 comentarios:

  1. UYYYYYYYY Senora, me ha dejado temblando.

    You 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

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  2. Hoy me siento como este poema........hasta mi comentario esta vacio

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  3. tenemos 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.

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  4. Sadly im another one feeling this way 2.....Nice poem though

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