The speaker is twenty years old but feels they know nothing of life except death, despair, fear, and superficiality covering deep sorrow. They struggle to speak or go further, feeling powerless under the control of chance, and mad with rage yet refusing to collapse like a rotten tree. The speaker would like to forget the war but finds the alternatives narrow and unable to fill life with joy as they and others have lost feeling for one another, being insensible.
The speaker is twenty years old but feels they know nothing of life except death, despair, fear, and superficiality covering deep sorrow. They struggle to speak or go further, feeling powerless under the control of chance, and mad with rage yet refusing to collapse like a rotten tree. The speaker would like to forget the war but finds the alternatives narrow and unable to fill life with joy as they and others have lost feeling for one another, being insensible.
The speaker is twenty years old but feels they know nothing of life except death, despair, fear, and superficiality covering deep sorrow. They struggle to speak or go further, feeling powerless under the control of chance, and mad with rage yet refusing to collapse like a rotten tree. The speaker would like to forget the war but finds the alternatives narrow and unable to fill life with joy as they and others have lost feeling for one another, being insensible.
Nothing of life but death, despair, fear, and fatuous Superficiality cast over an abyss of sorrow... Powerless, I can do nothing. I struggle... to speak, But no word comes out. Over me, Chance hovers. Then I hold my breath... I can go no further... I am mad with rage. But I refuse... But as things are now it is a pity. I [...] collapse like a rotten tree. We have all lost feeling for one another. We are insensible men. I would like to be there too and forget the war; But it also repels me, it is so narrow, How can that fill a man's life? But what is the use [...] life holds no more joy.