For my life has had enough calamities
And I have become a friend of despair.
I am set free among the dead at peace;
Those whom you remember no longer.
Those whose your words no longer reach.
In the Pit of Darkest Despair
The Lowest Depths of a Dark Abyss
Free from the rage that you
have thrown
upon me.
And I remember no longer
the Goodness of life-
Just the struggle of survival
of a life of Existence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem