Lonely.
How to describe it?
Maybe a leaf on a snow covered field,
Maybe a log in the middle of a lake,
Maybe a snow flake in the middle of June,
Maybe a tree in a crater on the moon,
Maybe a canoe in the middle of a forest,
Maybe a star in the middle of the day,
Or maybe me, in the middle of you.
I seek my own company For i have become A joy to myself Allan james saywell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The last line didn't work for me at first, but the more I thought about it, the more it seems to. You can become engulfed by someone, swallowed up by their more dominant personality, and still feel alone.