pulverized,
when they need someone to rely on...
someone to talk to,
someone to share thoughts upon...
they turn to me,
for i always be...
in the dark and in hopelessness
i stand there, and they see...
but, enough already...
for my feet are sore and the shoulders heave...
and helping others, i have lost me, time and beyond
i remain, still without peace...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem