How difficult is to laugh just for appearance,
when your spirit wounded;
unheard-of, me feeling despondent,
and anguished by my own existence.
It hurts the soul when you are around people,
but you feel that you walk alone and sad,
only I know why I weep in silence,
while others point at me so despicably.
Loneliness like a ghost in the corridors,
loneliness in the walls of my cave,
in the clouds, in my dreams, in my ideas;
in the notes of my cloudy burdens.
Loneliness that consumes me whole,
longing that has made me a prisoner;
loneliness and loneliness is all I see,
freaking loneliness that burns in me
You have described the feeling with so much emotion in this poem. A really good write. A 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i completely relate to every word