I have drunk, two cups of frothing loneliness.
I had a past, have future, but no present.
Alone in my dungeon i sit, drven by loneliness
I miss everything but me..
My home, a prison for me..
Where i am beaten by the rod of loneliness.
I live like the lonely winter tree;
Her branches stretched, with never any leaves.
I miss my love, my heart.
I miss her care, her mellow voice.
Her slender touches, the warm cloak of her love.
I miss everything but me..
I miss my friends, my joy.
I miss those days of rejoice.
No fights, no laughter, no cinemas
I miss everything but me..
Everynght i close my eyes
Hoping not to get up, but in vain.
I wish these days i am living
Pass me away fast..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
fine write.........well expressed.........