When others go to sleep at night
I wake to find
a world of darkness
Void of sight
And I unwind
When others laugh
in restaurants
I feel a certain chill.
I sneak and wander
to my haunts
An alley dark is my thrill.
The world of care,
of near and dear
I never knew.
Their sounds are strange
For me to hear
I sleep in dew.
Today a soul in friendship
Held my shaky hand
It seemed as if a cozy spot
Was saved for me to stand.
But then I saw
the alley dark
was calling me.
My shaky hand
pulled back at once
And the friend
withdrew.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'A cosy spot was saved for me', 'the friend withdrew', perfectly portrayed!