I can’t find what I seek,
My heart grows weary.
The future looks bleak,
Everything appears leery.
Yet I still search,
In circles I wander.
I feel my body lurch,
“Will it end? ”, I ponder.
Nothing in sight,
I can’t get free.
Until her light,
Lets me see.
Shackles of the dark,
Have me bound.
Lost in the stark,
Until I’m found.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem