we try to avoid them
but there are holes to fall into
dark pits
I would not wish this
on my worst enemy if I had one
which I don't
three years I've been here
three years sick tired desperate
but fighting
if you fell in with me
I'd be poor company
I'm mute
we would stare blankly
into the darkness
in silence
I reach out to touch you
so close to me
so far away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We, your friends, dear Barry, are by your side wishing you all the possible best, congratulating you that you show us by your pen the dignity a human being can obtain in times difficult.
Thank you so much Dimitrios, your comments are much appreciated.