Rhythms talking and whispering to me in darkened
hallways of night.
Solitary periods of loneliness open their doors
and take me into their depths, holding and hugging
me closely so I don't feel so abandoned when they
are done caring about me.
Showing compassion and taking my heart on a journey
of beautiful silent intellect.
Praying as they proceed, giving a sense of peace as
I walk on, still holding on to loneliness in my
heart and soul forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem