Stillness coming upon me, testing my mettle, feeling my strength as I sit and write about life along with it's trials and suffering.
Plaintive cries sent to other worlds in pious prayers of sacrifice.
Always left unanswered, lives are continually emptied and put on shelves to wither and die like winter leaves falling from bare branches left freezing in the cold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem