I sit at home but think away.
My thoughts; sporadic and run astray.
My skin is numb my eyes look grey
but no surprises came today.
And I do not think it helps to pray
or I'd pray once more for you to stay.
And I do not hear what wise men say
for I had the will but found no way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem