Filled with the stinging pain of lies, working hard to keep
the tears from falling from my eyes.
Lightening quick to reach out, holding out trust and love
in one hand - never expecting it with the other.
Closed off from any hope of love, sitting alone night after
night.
Solemnly waiting through the years seeing only lies being
put to ears, surmising a frailty of life and discontinuing
me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very poignant melancholic state where all the hopes are fading away with no solution in front