Alone is such an ugly word,
the emotion that it evokes,
the depression is provokes,
Alone is such an ugly feeling,
A dimension of fear...of dread,
my constillation does not exist,
and a thought of such are dead,
where it's impossible to cope,
here...who all tread this plane,
do so without the thought of hope.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beth this is an amazing poem i love you(: