The sky fills with black
but I am unaware
The ability to know this is what I lack
I have no good inspiration
I would tell you I'm okay with this
but that would be a lie
unknowingly living in an abyss
No one can relate but the others
Even so I hate the others
they think they understand me when they do not
We are not connected as brothers
but only as misguided strangers struggling to know anything
Feeling does not satisfy
nor does hearing
the taste of food is a lie
and breathing this rotten air has yet to open my eyes to anything good
maybe that is why they are closed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem