Alone I sit
Longing to be held
Feeling empty inside
And alone there I dwelled
I want to be hugged
And feel you warm breath
To keep me from the thoughts
Of cold hearted death!
Cold and alone
Bare and scared to be afraid
Of fear within me
That you… regretfully made
To leave me alone
And to forsake my face
To never be held
And leave without a trace
The thought of being held
Is like clothing to my skin
Because when you are gone;
That will bring me to my end!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem really gets the mood across, it struck a chord with me. I especially like the last stanza 'Like clothing to my skin, ' great line!