Loneliness comes in the middle of my night
and interupts my reverie.
The darkened room, the soundless void
is in tune with me.
Would the lamp on the table next to me
take this emptiness away?
The light of it when switched to shine
only makes it stay.
So I accept the dark and close my eyes
and rest my lonely head.
The hours pass slowly as I wait for morn
and leave my lonely bed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem