Here I sit inside my cell
Weighing thoughts sent straight from hell
In the light my spirit soars
But I dwell in darkness behind closed doors
My compass is a broken blade
That can never again be remade
My sight comes and goes with the wind
But gusts for me the gods wont send
I have learned that dreams cannot last
They just sleep forever in the past
This day has truly been a dark one
But tomorrow I hope to see the sun
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the glint of hope at the end, even after all the hardship. The poem flows really well, too.