Peaceful and serene it is,
seems I'm the only one.
Dark and morbid is the night,
after burnt the golden sun.
Birds allowed but only few,
their songs of love I hear.
Never again to see a face,
as filled me full of fear.
Jokes are not made of this thing,
I have found myself within.
Keeping tracks of weeks is hard,
as every day begins.
Dreaming of the warmth of souls,
cause everyman needs friends.
I've found myself a castaway,
this islands only skin.
The warmth of human souls is what makes life bearable.Excellent write. Kind regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the line Dreaming of the warmth of souls very good always Becca