Who is there?

What do you want at this late hour?

Leave me alone.

I do not want to see you in my home any more.

Do you understand what I mean?

Leave me alone. Leave me on my own. Alone, alone.

THE ISLAND IS CLOSED AND CLOSED IS THE DOOR.

Night is mine, no one can share it with me, alright?

It is my absolute world, shadow, bed and cover –

Where no voice or sound me disturbs or annoys.

Almost absolute silence, no light fierce my eye

Or upset my brain.

Go back home please. No enough mood to welcome you.

No enough space to house you. No food to feed.

Nothing in my home except for loneliness and desolation.

It is much better to leave me. Leave me altogether.

Leave my trying to cope with my self which is in fact

Defiant, arrogant and stubborn.

Is it clear, My dear?

Leave me alone.

I am ill and your presence will not help to recover,

Will not my recovery necessitate or substantiate.

Will not understand what I mean?

Do you hear or any sense to hear?

Shall I carry on shouting and shouting: Who is there?

True friends nowadays are rare. Please try to be fair

And dear but, from a distance.

Do not come or approach for

Danger with you may come, or even before.

The closed island is still standing there –

But the surrounding SEA seems to disappear!

Something strange on the stage of my life is taking place!

What is the matter, hence?

What is the matter, hence?

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