Sitting in the dark
Not knowing where to turn
Myself a contrast stark
With no bridges left to burn
Sitting by the fire
Sparks flying all around
Finding nothing to inspire
Feeling as if I’m being drowned
Sitting simply sitting
Uncomforted by the dawn
Sitting merely sitting
Pondering - How do I go on?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem