I find no peace in sleep
No refuge in drink
Down into darkness I seem to sink
Days are endless
Nights are long
On my lips there is no song
I pace the floor for hours on end
My nerves are shattered
My patience thin
My mind is in a turmoil
I can't settle down
I try to smile yet instead I frown
I feel caught in a webb
Of misery never ending
As though life has left me
And I am descending into a hell
Far worse than that promised all sinners.
Scary! Liked the rhymes. Heads up on a spelling error in your title: Decending should be Descending. -chuck
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I would like to translate this poem
Dorothy-this is a deep, heartfelt poem, addressing the subject without a lot of fancy words. I think this is the best way to write. You've done a beautiful job! Sincerely, kate