Feeling uncomfortable,
Inside your own home?
And although people reside within it,
Do you still feel all alone?
Do you find excuses,
To constantly use and be on the telephone?
Is your mate and/or spouse suspicious of this?
Do you proclaim to be faithful?
And...
Is that stuttering you often do when questioned,
A medical condition?
Or an unconcious habit that begins an argument?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem