I don’t know what it is no more,
A house, a home, a prison.
I feel trapped, guarded.
Unable to reach out for the daylight,
I so desperately crave.
Days disappear in the palm of my hand.
In fear that I'm alone,
I cry out,
But my cries are never answered.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem