As for the unseen damage.
Discernibly.
Upon my cheek it is falling down.
No one whom shouts from silence can bare it.
As for help from the noise.
Who I am you are there inside me.
This silent hardship.
I whom no one who has life your needs.
And of your help with new life come worries.
Worries now help from calling out to the many,
my fear of that the fact.
Believing what inside the head when it comes.
That they withstand the truth.
It does not do to remove such thoughts.
Now help is in diguised in truth.
Turning empty here you obtain it everywhere.
Inside the sky and no one knows. and,
Now when you do not worry it has come and gone.
Left to where exactly and whether or not.
The problem of this silent hardship.
I remain permanently here.
And I Shout out in my head,
but from where I stand you are gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem