Some have so much to say,
And no one to say it to,
Sad is the Silent morning,
The Silent night,
When language took Flight,
The continuity of the lines are ended well with something very nice! _Soul
I spend a lot of time talking to myself - no, I'm not mad, just lonely. I am sure many can relate to this one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yep I know that feeling... to say and... to give. What good is it to have a heart when you cannot share it? This is what shatters me most about solitude. Not being able to give... Words, thoughts, ok, but these are abstractions and a human being cannot live on abstraction day in and day out, can he? * *