Open to the world in a broken despair.
Quietly unhappy once again.
Settled into the same routine.
Hoping for the day that I can love anew.
Frustration grows.
In my silent angst
I wait
For the touch that will make me whole
One Stanza, full of images and emotions... The longing is universal. Well done Natasha!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'd like to be the one who does, Natasha. Sigh, Jerry