Settled in a private reverie, quietly contemplating the end
of life being felt within, eyes watering just thinking of
leaving loved ones behind, crossing over from life to death.
Emotions held in check, not wanting to cry out loud in public
where I'm writing while waiting for a friend to finish shop-
ping here at Big Lots; fulfilling a void of depression within
her lonely and abused soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem