Showers from a rainy day in November, fall upon my brow,
hiding the tears flowing from my soul tonight.
Sadness crushing me inside, silencing my life on earth,
taking all hope and dropping it into a canyon of eternal
depths.
Finding no one to confide in, I write, and maybe someday,
after I'm gone, someone will listen to the sadness I've
written here - baring my heart to the world while hidden.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem