Loneliness spreads it's cover, slowing my
respiration as sorrow flows over me.
Nothing seems to be the same as I peer through
aged eyes, crackled and lost, seeing what has
been and begun from the past until now.
Shouldering responsibilities, never forsaking
selves, carrying forward all presence of mind,
allowing us to walk into the future as
loneliness serenely covers us with itself over
and over.
There's always going to be the sting of human
emptiness folded inside us, as we pull coverlets
of loneliness over us throughout life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem