nostalgic moments
are just moments
what makes me miss what I had?
a question better left unanswered
..do I fear the the answer is bad
friends are now just memories
and I sit here, alone
mortified by misery
but why? why?
why do I feel so alone?
rejected and unhappy?
why do I crave more and more
am I thirsty for life?
or am I thirsty of lust?
another question left unanswered
left in my mind to gather dust
but why?
tell me why
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem