Silence oppresses,
Kills and stalls,
No one to talk to,
Except to the walls,
The wall does not answer,
No, not at all,
Even if you through,
A loud sounding ball
It throws it right back
At you
And that's about All.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sandra, this is so sad but true...it's even worse if one is sitting in a fairly empty room because even when we talk aloud within the walls- often there is just the haunting echo of our own voice....