I am cold, I am barren
Scorched by years of too much abuse
I am dead, I am fallen
Raw skin covered with sores that will never heal
My blinded eyes seek the comfort of cleansing
My deafened ears seek the light of understanding
But my shriveled heart knows
There are so many things
I just will not have
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem