he walks a lonely road,
one where he is always alone.
he is not scared,
fore its the only thing he's walked since the start,
he knows no different.
you see, to him...
being alone...
IS normal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dude. It's as if you wrote this for me. I don't get scared but I do often worry. It's a lonely life, regardless what others may think. In the end, where self-preservation presides, even your best friend would stab you in the throat to survive. Look at any prison system. Good poem. Peace.