At first their was light
But then their came the dark
Sad was I from the realization
That twas me from the start
The one who conjured the contradiction
Where their was warmth is now cold
Where their came light
Is now darkness so bold
I sit and regret
That I have come to this end
What I once fought for
I no longer defend
And the feeling grows stronger
As I wonder alone
As to if I’ll ever find
My victory prone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem