Shambling alone on the periphery of human warmth
Shorn of friendship
Ostracized from faith
Limited in contacts to nuclear kinship
Sausage-linked by an umbilical cord
In aeons
Saturated with discord
In the darkness away from candelas lumens of neons
Reduced to a bag of misery bones
Away from feelings
In war-weary zones
Teeming with sleazy dealings
Fed up with life
Terrorized by famine
Enveloped in knife led strife
In portions of guanine
In the DNA inherited
From dotting parents I love
Greeted and treated
With respect on Earth and from above
But, I feel so forlorn
Although I pretend to be happy
When on my own
I feel within my soul so unloved, unwanted and utterly unhappy.
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