Beatrice wept.
But not so others noticed.
Oh, she laughed alright,
when others told jokes
or humorous anecdotes
but deep inside-
where no one could see-
Beatrice wept.
But what about those
crows-feet beside her eyes?
Oh, but if you could look, inside!
Peer beneath her brow
into her soul’s twin window pane
You’d there discover, secret pain.
Of feeling lost
in a sea of vast humanity;
stranded and desperately alone.
Within her four walls
of home sweet home.
See her tip-toeing
to the internet.
To chat with her neighbor next door
she’s never met.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really love this poem, it really gets the point across and how we all hide what we really think and feel and that we are all just waiting for someone to get to know us and to believe in us. Keep on writing, your really good at it!