Ivies grew during my blindness
in the swamp of darkness
wrapped around my greed's legs
Their bewitching branches as time passed by
drag me down on the sly
to the depth of mesmerizing swamp
taking me down to tie on drowning stump
Toxic fumes of dark fill around
blinding me to see steps sending down
a helping hand of light to pull me out
saving me from the night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
From the night! Thanks for sharing.