Welcome loneliness my old friend,
to mark the hours emptiness sends
In the middle of the cold and dark,
the vanishing call of a last meadowlark
leaving me stranded,
deep in the well
Counting the minutes where time has conspired,
lusting for something whose clock has expired
This silence a chorus of Angels on mute,
promising nothing, all vows to refute
left and abandoned
—deserted in hell
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November,2020)
How beautiful.I have goosebumps reading your poem.Very spiritual and uplifting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This silence a chorus of Angels on mute, promising nothing, all vows to refute left and abandoned —deserted in heII/// well expression