I sit here and wait
On the calendar I make this date
What, you ask, am I waiting for?
I wish that I knew, perhaps it’s my fate
Blankly, I stare at my ceiling
So numb and without any sense of feeling
Why, you ask, have I become so dead?
I wish that I knew, perhaps it’s my way of healing
My soul feels so damaged and bare
You played with my heart without a care
When, you ask, will I be free again?
I wish that I knew, perhaps I won’t share
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem