A birth was wasted

Sometimes I quietly disappear into myself.
To live, a person must learn to vanish.
In a moment, thousands of words come floating back in tumultuous chorus.
But they can't quite find their language, silently helpless they simply die away on their own.

Eyes without words grow heavy, drenched in salt water.
The salt water searches for a dream, searches for a person. And keeps on searching!
A whole life—spent searching, searching, slipping away!

In profound darkness one's own existence dissolves in absolute silence.
Nothing, nothing at all! I am not, no breath remains, no dreams, no feelings, no complaints, no humiliation, no arrangement for staying alive...

Still the silent, tear-soaked sleepless eyelids...
remain frozen before the eyes.
An entire birth wasted—all for want of one human being.