walking along this path
i realise i am lost
what is this place
i find myself in
this dark bitter palce
where only shadows
move with in
nothing to see but
darkness moving
in and out
of this place
so cold so lonely
no one else is here
to hear me cry
with abstract fears
this bitter lonely place
twisted though it is
what called me to
this place
this place of loneliness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loneliness is a terrible state of mind that I suppose we all feel from time to time in our lives. You put it well, Graham. I also have a poem with the same title that I sold to a major magazine years ago. A '10! ' Warm Wishes, Marilyn