waiting makes me tense
i am restless and i do not have the temerity to
be patient,
when i wait all things seem to run away from me
and it is sickening to feel that i am the only one left out
at the station
i hate the silence of the pavement when all of them step inside
the box and then all their sounds and laughter fade away
nobody wants to be left alone in a catacomb of helplessness
no one wants to be dead and all alone feeling like a shattered rock
and so i have decided that i must go with the crowd
inside the train going nowhere.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem