Once festive, colorful, and bright
Filled with joy, happiness and love
Till heartbreak stripped away all light
Now hung sadly by the rope of life
From a twisted branch of sorrow's tree
A meat sack dangles above the abyss
Filled with the cold ichor of melancholy
Beaten and bruised by sticks of fate
Wanting only the oblivion below
Won't someone please cut the rope?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem