Brain can't take much of this isalation...
Instead, I waste away before my familey.
Mouth wanting for the moment in which I can once again converse...
With someone other than myself.
Eyes longing to see everyone old and new happy...
Instead of on magazine covers.
Ears wanting a coverstaion of my own...
Instead I listen to the people converse as I walk by.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem