A little creature of the night
You hide behind the shadows of despair.
You weep and hope to see the light.
You hold onto the abstract, is it fair?
You question all to find an explanation.
You are neglected and all alone.
You see others with faces of exclamation.
Yet inside yourself nothing but stone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
so obviously you danniy