This emptiness that I feel everyday,
The journey of pain is still underway,
The troubles I bear, why should I say!
Things look so sullen with shades of grey;
Am shoutin' here,
Am screamin' alone,
To ease the pain,
With the stars to mourn!
Think I see a flash in the sky;
Is someone there with me to cry?
But nothin' appears again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem