Slowly soothing melody, traipsing along highways of
imagination, taking a journey into melancholy avenues
of adversity.
Always fighting to keep from falling apart, tired of
incessant downbeats in life.
Soundlessly wandering, dismissing all the admonitions
falling this way.
Standing alone, preferring it this way, giving self
the room needed to be separated from this life, and
write into the space, loneliness creates in time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem