It's a blunt knife
That's digging into me
Makes it hard to get through the night
So black, I can't see
Teetering on the edge
Of Life and Death
Wandered off the road
Not sure where to go
It's all dreary and bleak
I don't know what I seek
Maybe tomorrow it'll be alright
But today, I've lost my sight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem