Alone
All these people
They might as well
Be Stones.
I'm empty;
I'm tired
But, worst of all;
I'm alone.
I would rather have
Physical pain.
A broken bone is
more bearable
To me than
A broken heart.
I thirst for just
a tender word;
A smile and a
'Hello! '
would sink greedily into
my parched,
cold heart.
But even that
Would just be
Torment if it was
Just one word.
My heart was made
A puzzle piece
That other pieces,
All made for each other
Become a big beautiful One
Bigger than any of them
could ever be
Alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem