Alone in the night
Does anyone really care
about anothers plight?
Accept ones fate
with cold resolve
is it ever too late
to become real in
someone elses eyes
to truely matter
not living lies
Alone in the night
minds tend to wander
wrapped so tight
around the notion
of being happy
just once in my life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem