Lonesome morning, nothing to live or hope for, a
time, a moment that just is.
Waiting for something to materialize, hoping for
a promise of things to get better, knowing that
it will not happen.
Being so unlike myself right now, seeing a negativity
that normally never touches my being.
Not knowing why, just going ahead and experiencing it
for what it is.
Looking to a future moment when I can return to my
usual self and feel positive again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem