In these strange days, I’ve got a fear
That I’m am not by myself, complete
My heart says something’s lacking here
You are by yourself but incomplete
Just like the stories I’ve been told
I feel lonely and like I can’t go on
And like I badly need a hand to hold
And a comfy shoulder to cry on
It’s funny how, in teenage years
We feel lonely even amongst a hundred guys
As pearls fall down as tears,
It feels like no one is to me, being nice
But think me not like the vain multitude
Because I know you know and see the pain
And you know I try to get to you (God)
You are closer to me than my jugular vein!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice! Beautifully expressed :)