Now Loneliness bites you
and you go out of the house
alone
You will ask the fresh wind
to cool you
perhaps trying to find out
where happiness
can be found
I am not going out and
i shall be content with what
bites me
which can no longer hurt
after all these years nothing
pains me anymore
no one can inflict
Not even the dreaded Loneliness
of the House
i am no longer human
you feel me rightly so
for i have become your
stone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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