In a dark, dark world,
my small lonely world
I live only to feed,
on the tastes of hurt;
rejections avow
If'er blooming sorrow come'th
my presence dost thou feel
my heart ye cannot take
may'eth thou, my love to seek, then
hence I hear, therefore I speak,
Of simple things, tragic;
Adhered to my dark lonely world
I promise to live again, amid the
memories of death and of naked truth
overcome by challenges, presented by life,
a great mystery, construe to fact, to ode a muse
In favor do I ask,
of callous reminders
to help me now,
thus give me strength
to rule my dark, dark,
small lonely world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really like this one. The imagery is top notch, ironically it has a tolkeinish vibe to it. I don't know if you did that on purpose or not.