Trying desperately to hold onto life as it frays
around the edges and starts ripping at the seams.
Having no one who cares or who will give support,
makes it difficult to even try or want to.
Being against doing what is felt is right, people
try to take life into their own hands and dictate.
Rejecting any suggestions they send, rebelling
against their outdated modes of thinking, walking
away.
Turning on their abandoning ways of hospitality,
beginning to see self in perspective and rejecting
other's styles of life.
Thoughtlessly mindless people pushing away, pushing
in the wrong direction.
Silently sitting, waiting for the end of their
renderings, so crying may continue.
Tearfully recollecting the very few happy moments
of a long and tiring life, filled with emptiness,
sitting here alone, again, tonight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem