Alone in a saddened plight,
people all around,
yet not one knows that I'm sitting here,
sobbing inside silently,
wishing for a friend to come and talk to me.
Time slowly ticks away,
I listen to a CD of classical Chinese music -
the only understanding I will ever get on earth
as I hold on to the instruments playing to my
heart and mind while writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem was beautiful. If you ever want to talk, I'm in the same situation.