Nothing is done
The long night has ended
The long day begins
Repetition is the norm now
Boredom Tiredness Waiting Anxiety
Nothingness
Yet there will be light
There will be some hope
Of another day
A new time will somehow come perhaps
But for now
Just holding on and going on
As best we can.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem