i rock myself to sleep
i no longer cry i weep
what pain it brings me here and now
what good can sleep do me any how
everytime i close my eyes i see your face
and i remeber how you smearred my name with disgrace
i cry not of sadness but with rage
but that fades to bitterness with age
all i can do is sit and wait
and see what is left of my fate
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a heartfelt poem. Leaving the reader wondering what he has done to cause you shame.