Bewildered, bemused,
I write to you.
Muted and repented,
I write to you.
In this hour of my descend,
I write to you.
In the hour of my despair,
I write to you.
To mask my shame,
I write to you.
To avoid what I am,
I write to you.
For I need your help,
I write to you.
For my speech is brittle,
I write to you.
Missing your cheery smile,
I write to you.
Longing for your hand to hold mine,
I write to you.
For my joy, I can tell you,
In my pain, I write to you.
For my love, I can tell you,
In my loss, I write to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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