Crying on the inside not
wanting anyone to know.
Desperate to be free.
I cling to every fleeting
Hope. Doing nothing but
rotting away in my body.
All because of what is missing.
As the pain, frustration and anger
creep up the tears begin to
form and fall from my eyes.
I cannot hold out forever
Depression has set in
Can you feel my pain?
Can you see my tears?
Do you hear my cries for help?
I'm tormented nothing around
me can ease my suffering.
Only the relinquishing of those
freedoms that were taken from
me will cure my suffering
This period without the one voice I need to hear
is taking its toll on me and I suffer in silence
as each day is harder than the
last. As the torment continues
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is a good poem left my mind wondering about the possibilities of what this person is going through