The blackness, ever the black
Always the dark, never the light
It saps my strength, kills my resolve
It's impossible to continue the fight
This way I look, that way I stare
But I cannot see anything at all
To help me grasp the walls of the pit
I just cannot arrest my steep fall
It sucks at me, sucks at me
It drains all my will
That it is back at all
It is a most bitter pill
I have no defenses
Nothing left at all
All light in the world
It causes to pall
This pit that I'm in
Is ever so deep
I think that this day
Away I must sleep
If only my mind
Would shut down for good
In the sleep of the grave
Forever rest I could
The bitterness of hatred
Is what I feel for myself
In sorrow and pain
Must I always delve
What a joke this is
So rotten and cruel
This isn't funny
Nor is it a duel
I've fought it before
And I'll fight it again
I just wish that it didn't
Bring such goddamn pain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Keep up 'the little train that could' idea, and soon you too will be over the mountain. Or is it a mere hoax. I hope not.