In an hour of darkness, I roam blindly,
searching for death's presence, so I
may walk away from life and exist in
heaven, free of earthly ailments and
strife.
Trials, too many to count, have
pulled me down into a quagmire of
remorse at still being alive and such
a burden to self and family.
Only wishing to have life completed
so I can move beyond it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem