It was two in the morning and I was getting ready to go sleep.I was getting ready to transfer from my wheelchair onto my empty white sheet.But then a voice whispered in my ear wait before you go to sleep I got something you need to hear.I tuned my ear ready to listen but I heard nothing but then I understood. In depths of a lonely night, silence can be deafening.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem