I have created this life
For which I am in solitude
The company of others is something I long for, but send so far away
The demise of this sanity is in this future
The compromise of this heart is soon to be at rest
Serenity will forever be felt
For this wretched soul has been tortured excessively
The glaring eyes stare through the opacity of my chest
These judgmental murmurs mimic my very best
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem