The sun shines, but not for me
This cold and lonely day
I feel no warmth
In its golden ray
And of battered body,
So nearly broken
In a violent storm
Of which naught must be spoken
Well, i sit here alone
Counting the cost of another night
When all was so nearly lost
And of tomorrow? , who can say
Sometimes the price
Is just too high to pay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Again pain loneliness weaved together carefully