A Long Wait By the Silent Telephone

If I transformed myself into something that feels no joy or expresses no feeling: like those stones in the wilderness that feel no warmth or coldness, I'd get rid of this carnal lust... not fearing what it may cost! A long wait by the silent telephone is like dying slowly without ever knowing why; I trusted in you like I trusted in God... my mistake is all too believable: I shouldn't have and spared me some misery! I can't look out of this window when winter covers these memories with snow; loneliness has never been so despised by me as it is right now,because my joy has faded and it won't be remembered in spring... when all the joyful robins sing! A long wait by the silent telephone is giving up the little hope I have inside... as the evening invites the angry wind to scatter all that was beautiful; I fight with my anger: hardily seeing or learning... losing the wisdom that brings understanding!