In this room full of hateful words and thrashing people,
I am alone.
In this world with no understanding and no certain path,
I am alone.
In this mind where everything makes since, yet nothing ever does,
I am alone.
In this room where I continue to hope one will appear,
I am alone.
My eyes gaze upon the happy children running around in the meadow,
they have no cares in the world other than the simplest,
I should be with them given they are my own age,
But to be accepted into their group,
impossible.
I stand strong and hopeful in the arms of my God,
I feel alone without him.
To me this world is gone away when here I sit and pray.
I wonder each time if when I open my eyes it will really be gone.
On an island I am stranded,
unable to find the way into the different people.
For they aren't here and I am left to a solo act for now.
Surely they will come and whisk me away into a better place,
where I may defend without mockery,
and fight alongside my father,
to be clothed in light and bathed in warmth.
Where to be accepted is possible,
along with everything imaginable.
Death will bring me there I know,
for heaven is said to be so.
I cannot wait for the day when I have companions who understand,
what it means to be alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I understand.. very good poem! 10+