There is nothing more to think about.
There is nothing more to say.
There is no more anger,
There is no more pain.
No laughter and no joy.
Just nothing.
An empty void, deep inside.
An ember of obsoleteness flickers.
Void of color and everything else.
I have become completely numb.
Cold nor hot,
Just indifferent.
Everything else has failed me.
There is no more love left to give.
I am dry.
Dead.
Dust.
Defeated.
Alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem