Lonesome days slowly stalling, keeping my being stuck
in neutral, not able to move forward or enjoy this day.
Totally filled with the loss of energy left over from
past rememberings.
Taking their pictures out and reminiscing of the moments
in life that gather together when I'm alone, suffering.
Seeing them again is bittersweet and taking me deeper in-
to pyres of misery where only I can tread, leaving behind
the world I don't know any longer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem