Today holds a lonesome being within, lost and forsaken,
not looking for sympathy or companionship, preferring to
be alone and writing poetry.
Loving the loneliness in it's stark reality, it takes
me into depths that I could never enter at other times in
life.
An open and vast land of learning, an experience of tant-
amount importance when writing poetry.
It is a great feeling in spite of the sorrowful emotions
that continue to harness me day and night, always giving
answers to questions of possibility.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem