Oh how your memory doth stick to my mind
like spiderwebs of gold and twine
your memory never to be forgotten
even when it's all but left me broken and rotten.
Oh how lonely this world is for some
even loneliness breakth kings down so numb
to turn face away only to look back to the place
where once you were happy and fun...
Oh the Lonely how do you live?
with sin and vice the only thing to give?
worthless to others the shadow in the packed room
remembering everything, living with it's eternal gloom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem