Keeping silent,
Standing alone and apart.
Being quiet,
And holding a heavy heart.
Truths unknown even to you.
You stand in silence
Not knowing what to do.
You close your eyes in heavy sleep,
When you realize it must be a dream.
For if life is really the way it may seem...
How can we call it a gift we are given for the time to keep?
When for this life....
We would much rather close our eyes in heavy sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Super good. I am amazed. It is deep. Not dark, though.