the lonely train travels
in midnight darkness
taking its own course
while people sleep and snore
In the cold night
a man wears his parka
unable to brave the wind
it was his own choice
a weary heart stopped
to reconsider and give
pain some reprieve
the rope was his hope
and i am here
where i wanted to be
alone and lonely
blaming no one but me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem