A cry sounds out, only into silence;
As one wonders, is it the falling of insanity?
When no one comprehends the pain,
Alone it echoes off it'self-displaced & lost to the world,
An endeavor to construe life's work; left as on a shelf unused,
A cry lies waiting to be heard, but not,
Thus it leaves it's mark confiscated once again,
Alone, not quite, for Out of the Darkness shines a light,
A sign of hope beams through;
When God's love has reached out to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem