Trying to see Heaven
far beyond the current view.
Never focusing enough
to see what I put you through.
The stars spin above so slowly.
Their path not easy to see.
I feel abandoned and lowly.
While in darkness suffers humanity.
Tomorrow will begin so soon
and I must go to sleep.
Trying not to worry if, or when,
a dying soul begins to weep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem