Constant cold, that’s in my toes
And fills me up in every hole
And tears me down from every speck
Rips and shreds my tender neck
It’s loneliness in all its glory
Killing me from the inside
It steals me away from those who know me
In no one I can confide
I speak the truth to only strangers
…to you, I’ve never lied…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem