Natural loneliness affects me deeply, especially during
contemplation where I am more attuned to it's presence
in being.
Signs of affliation bring me together with what I know
in times of sadness and despair.
All the world is pulled apart by the shape of sorrow
and whatever accompanies it into our world.
Preferring to be alone in times of deepest despair,
yet I pray for a hand to reach me - one who cares.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem