A thousand have come before me
and a thousand shall arrive after,
for i am just a lonely poet on a secluded
path down the obscure alley known as
life lost in the chaotic literature that
i have come to crave and i ask
myself do i deserve to be saved?
As now i come face to face with my
mortality i do so morbidly, my mind
transfixed on the seclusion of
reality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem