Adrian Roland Holst. (№ 262355)

I have become disgusted to live away from the coast,
among almost strangers, but inevitably
I adapt to their humble Dole.
Well here, has friends here and no enemies,
but weighs a seal of impotence and pain
bitter and past their call.
I settled here from life in the party
Oh, the sea is not available, no horsey flour
than death to expect with yourself apart.
Oh, the light separation dancing in the window...
Why kill yourself in despair and boredom?
From himself what to do with me?