Confessin' the blues
In basement hues
Night is still young
Forever long
Cockroach heaven
Devil's playground
Playing havoc
With fragile
Mind of sorts
Dark night of soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love this dark, deep and foreboding write, it has amazing rhythm and flow and is a gem of a poem!
Wow! You just made my day, Hazel. Thank you so much for your very positive and insightful feedback.