No entrance to her graceful evening
No place for symbols and dark poems
I am the educated depressed
The caves of grief
Healing takes ancient bones gathered
Morbid introspection of defeat
Ideals like ruined cities
Ravaged like a selfish river
Masks burn like the apocalypse
I fight to survive
The world is mad
Spirituality enters
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem