A Provincial In Death, A Nobody In Life Poem by Vasile Serban

Life leads me in mourning on an anniversary day,
Among a bleak backdrop of ice and emptiness,
Pure indifference in my troubled heart,
I am sent from death in a new adventure.

Sent to separation in a small vessel
Through a stream of blood, numbed by cold,
I step into the new world in a stained robe
Carrying an old sin that others have committed.

An anonymous player on an imperfect stage,
With a disheveled appearance, a beret on my head,
I am thrust from death into stylish diapers,
Among void beings, I feel out of place.

I am the outcast of death in a frosty exile,
On a deserted island with a hint of infinity,
Beside humanity, an ocean of nothing,
A provincial in death, a nobody in life.