Sitting in an empty room
White walls
No pictures
No windows
No furniture
Heading to the door
But the lights go off
Stuck in darkness
No way out
Not even a slight ray of light
The sun burned out
Now every living thing will die
All our resources are gone
Nothing left to do
But sit and wait for a miracle….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a lot of things needed to improve, coming from someone who himself is also a novice.