I'm so dried up today.
The files of my mind
have been crumbled up,
left on the floor for the dust to possess.
On the street, I'm cold.
It's nearly autumn.
An eerie feeling hides behind a bush.
Or maybe my exhaustion
has captured my instincts.
I'm so alone, so unreal.
'Going Nowhere'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem