Instrumental Understanding Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Instrumental Understanding
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
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4/18/2024 12:26:33 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Your poem was beautiful. If you ever want to talk, I'm in the same situation.