Walking down streets of loneliness feeling saddened, sorrowful
and abandoned through no fault of our own, searching always for
answers, a reprieve from the intensity of feelings and emotions.
In this temporary life, expressing ourselves at times, creatively
by writing poetry, composing music, painting portraits, anything
to ease these intensive, obtrusive feelings.
Putting them from our beings once and for all, yet it only does
so for the period of time that we are doing them, the heartache
returning the moment we stop.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem