Ah! Once again.
Darkness came
rejoicing it’s victory over light.
And smiles…
at my solitary state
and I lay here…
Sad and mute.
Concocted feelings
sprung up…
Retaliating against my will,
against my senses,
against my existence,
and above all…
Retaliating against
All circumstances that
Were working
In favour of mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed the first stanza, appreciate the idea of inner turmoil and working against yourself.