In the night I feel it there
The darkness in my heart
It's beating gives me quite a scare
It's tearing me apart
Joseph Conrad's book was right
True evil lies within
Our hearts are all as dark as night
Filled up with pain and sin
So I just lie there in my bed
In my quiet misery
The darkness creeping towards my head
I will never be free
The story of a despondent person here. One trapped by her own mind. A very fine poetic treatment and worthy of a serious read. GW62
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a nicely structured poem that no doubt covers the feelings of tens of millions of people. Lucky are the happy ones. Jim