Darkness encompasses me, breaking this heart in the ebony
sadness of grief.
Wanting not to talk, just being silent, going to church
and kneeling at the altar, asking God to sooth anguish
of this mind and heart.
Hoping to be grasped and held away from sorrow that
threatens to beat me to a pulp as I fall asleep in beds
of linen, dwelling alone through this night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem