sleep is somthing for all but the wicked
as I sit wondering where I was misled
curious, am I just being tested?
this pain that has festered in my soul,
feeling small and weak like a newborn foal
this darker than black life has begun to take its toll
that faint light of hope seems stole away from me
no amount of help could possibly console me now
its just become a matter of damage control
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem