I sit and wait for some miniscule distraction
something,
anything,
to distract me from my loneliness
the phone,
the doorbell,
they don't ring
the world, has forgotten me here
my tears are my company now.
one by one they come to visit the features of my face
slowly at first
but then my new friends comes rapidly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hope your new friends either destroy loneliness or make it beautiful....