Following beaten paths down life's trials, obtaining the
pictures of in-depth realities.
Sitting on fences, watching people walk through my life,
always to find someone else to be with.
Traveling alone, being spent in feelings of abandonment,
yet, still hoping to find fulfillment in some facet of
human recognition.
Walking away, through with waiting for something to happen,
existing on a lone plain outside of even family.
There being no understanding or compassion given - not even
mercy from another human being on earth.
(1: 47 p.m. - 10/26/13)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem