Screaming into the void,
A cry that echoes on and on,
But to whom does it matter,
If the sound is never gone?
We reach out with all our might,
But find no hand to hold,
No comfort in the darkness,
As our story goes untold.
The void is vast and empty,
And our voice is just a whisper,
Lost within the endless space,
Drowned out by the cosmic whisper.
We scream and shout and cry,
But no one seems to hear,
Our pain remains unacknowledged,
As we face the void, alone in fear.
So we keep on screaming,
Hoping someone will respond,
But the void remains unfeeling,
And our cries go on beyond.
Perhaps one day we'll find,
A listening ear that cares,
But until then we'll keep on screaming,
Into the void, with all our tears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem