Sorrowfully saddened by life's closing doors, shutting me out,
alone in the cold twilight nights.
Afraid to be known or seen, for I may not be good enough to be
known.
Tears silently fall, not touching me at all, frigid as ice, not
thawing my mind from calculating coldness of a past, better never
to be remembered.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem