Is there any choice?
We've fallen into a pit
Where sorrow sings
And hope drowns in an endless sea.
Visions wear phantom masks
No one dares to lift.
The world spins anticlockwise,
And we row a boat
That was never ours.
Time bends.
We float, untethered,
Haunted by the echo
Of our own disquiet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice! just love that last line 'why are we still driving the boat/ that doesn't belong to the sea....'