All alone in the day
in the midst of the crowd.
He goes walking by,
following his lonely shadow.
The night rolls in,
he looks out from his window.
His silent thoughts
speaking perfectly loud.
The smile on his face
hides the internal frown.
His mind goes drifting by,
thoughts that seem mystic yet shallow.
The cold air rolls in,
he looks up from the gallows.
His tortured thoughts
holding up a thorny crown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem