Stripped of my comfort,
I have no place to sleep.
Confused with anxiety,
I can only weep.
Why did this happen?
why is it me?
I don't know what to do,
Why I can't I be free
With no where to run,
I think I'll lay down.
Only for a bit,
Until the day I'm found.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem