I've been moving
for so long.
i have lost my way
back to my home.
to the stars
how do they stay?
so strong and mighty
in the empty sky?
oh, must i watch?
must i feel?
can this truly be,
what's left for me?
But dont you try
dont you stare
dont you dare watch me
do this on my own.
my days are long
there's no end
to this torturous
game of pretend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent poem Stella, would also make a nice song, thnx for sharing.