Why are you lost?
Is it because you're empty?
Or is it because you're overwhelmed?
You can try filling the void all you want
But it will never change the fact
That there is a void
It rends asunder
As it soothes your scars;
It's a never-ending loop
As you find yourself in others,
Chasing the mirage that never existed,
You end up losing your sanity
You are a puzzle
And your fragments
Are scattered beyond your reach
Sentiments become futile
As the fading colors of this iridescent world
Capture your achingly blinded eyes
And there's no turning back
When the bottle of your soul shatters,
Spilling all of what used to be whole.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem