Mind sitting in an ocean of tears, drowning
beneath them.
Being abandoned, lost, beneath life's edges,
barely holding on right now.
Dying in the loneliness of darkness, timid
and afraid of senses, feelings and emotions
coming upon me near death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
we tend to invite loneliness......to bless us..with the me time.....after sometime that loss of belonging irritates us n we feel we are at loss........with no one to share.Thnaks.