You can run but never hide
For loneliness does hideously bite
Gnawing, scraping, dragging on
Until the soul is raw and worn
You may hide in strangers’ arms
Whose charms claim you for a few hours
But then the weariness does return
Like a dark fog that chills every bone
To the world you wear a mask
Of happiness, disgust or any other farce
But in the quiet you know its you
With loneliness grating anew
So what’s the answer to this pain
That drains your energies all in vain
Is the solution out there for you
Or is the answer, waiting within you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It awaits within you, until something ignites it and when it does, the light it emanates will be blinding. Brilliantly blinding. Stone :)