Cold and lonely, pressure of life stressing me out,
no one to turn to, no where to go.
Absolute silence takes me into darkened corners
where I can have some privacy from memories and
their images.
Softly, gently, tears washing me, cleansing my heart.
Full of sorrow, never getting up to see the world
again.
Knowing that everyone has turned their backs on me,
as I walk away, dejected and forlorn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem