Lonely state of being void
on oneself zest is devoid.
none else there in the dark
except the thoughs that spark.
left in solitude tears falling
in pain this heart is crying.
nothing seems right remains
emptiness filing up sustains.
Self pity devours this bore
say no jest for me anymore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes thats loneliness alright, great way to express it... marvin great write 10