If you’re reading
This, then you
Need what you
Feel is there
But, sadly,
You are
Here
(Likely
To be a
Sugar-coated
Deathtrap) .
You sense that
The pit you are
Bound to, the
Quicksand you
Bog through,
Can’t be the
Promised land,
Nor could it
Be a bed of
Grasses greener.
So what do you
Do? You let your-
Self sink lower,
Knowing there
Is no such thing
As
Rock bottom. So
What
Should you do?
Be still and
Reach up. Know that
Here will soon
Be there
If you
Give it
Over, dear
Reader,
Fellow soul.
Trust me. I should know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem