I am alone, quarrelling with silence  
Those emotions burst & so inflamed 
how distresses grew and multiplied 
troubles upon my heart, like a stone? 
This is why I cry sometime. 
I am alone, no one lived my hurts, 
Agitations & pains become my friends 
Afflictions, agony become my thoughts, 
cheer & love decayed, faded & gone.
This is why I cry sometime. 
Many my bruises, hurt constantly, 
My disquieting thoughts, my wails 
Pummelled  many days, many nights, 
Squandered my peace, faith & taste.
This is why I cry sometime. 
I am alone, My God sees below
how my heart eaten by these anxieties, 
Kindly pardon me oh my God, Jehovah 
Help me, If I’ve failed holding my faith. 
This is why I cry sometime. 
 
 May 9,2008                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    