If you feel how tired I am
You would break down into pieces
You just think how I feel when I am alone
And lay right where you collapsed
No energy to go to the bed
And my soul broke into pieces
And I think never it will be regained
I hate that claim my loneliness
I wish I stay silent
Wordless, endless, flawless.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem