It has gone quite.
Where did everybody go.
Oh alone in this world.
An understanding with a promise.
A sacrifice with a price.
Straight through the gates hell.
Locked captive forever to be held.
Their is no key.
Their is no way to be free.
Four solid brick walls.
Their closing in.
Their shrinking.
And I'm suffocating.
Accepting and almost enjoying every minute of it.
A sickly need to be by myself.
Hiding my heart high upon a shelf.
I need it for nothing else.
Solitude oh my beautiful refuge.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem