Alone, I sit,
Waiting for the loneliness to go,
My voice is silence as the fields,
My skin is cold as snow.
I watch, as everyone passes by me,
Faces I haven't met.
Surly someone else is like me,
But I haven't seen it yet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I too feel alone. Truly a lonely world albeit over populated.