O joy, O joy
Why have you forsaken me?
Leave me dwelling with the past of sorrow and misery.
My life was made of joy but no longer can I see freely
The Devils grasp is around me tight
Creeping from within I can not take it.
It is to ether give in to sorrow or remember what could have been.
O joy, O joy
Why have you forsaken me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Westley, thanks for your comment on our[ Claude and me] poem Joy, Joy, Joy. Whereas our poem speaks of the beauty of joy...many people experience the essence of joy. Now your poems speak to those that lack this experience. As poets we dare to write about all emotions. Keep writing. You are in touch with your feelings and to express it just may help others to deal with theirs.