For solitude and sadness
Are unending, even pain.
They come like thieves.
It frightens and threatens.
Likened to a living,
Its face is all but blur.
It feels trapped within you.
It feels it has power like cloak
To grasp and envelope you
Until your mind wanders,
Your heart inflames,
Until droplets of tears
Force its way out of your eyes,
Until the comforting silence
Becomes deafening and
You seek another’s voice.
For solitude and sadness
Are unending here, even pain.
They emanate more viciously than thieves
And linger until you drop to your knees.
Drop to your knees.
For solitude and sadness
And pain are never unending.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem