I feel like an empty box,
Standing alone
Devoid of all content
Buffeted by the elements
Hurt by the emptiness
There is no place to hide.
Wanting only to be filled
The box stands waiting
Contents strewn for all to see
Nothing hid, exposed
The box cannot be refilled itself
Cannot reseal, so it is empty
And it cries and cries and cries.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem