In solitude
drown in emptiness
I languish in miseries
as life becomes meaningless
Pain sucks my soul
and enthuse self -pity
I reflect on the realities
found nothing but remorse
People come to console
yet they too have darkness
we all succumb to imperfections
as human beings we are vulnerable
At this hour
none is more helpful
but indulge consolation
so join me let's drink beer
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I would like to translate this poem
People come to console yet they too have darkness we all succumb to imperfections as human beings we are vulnerable Truth spoken, hope I have learned to just listen when one comes to cry on my shoulder. Not easy...We always try to find ways of fixing problems or give similar examples forgetting that people can fix themselves sometimes all they need is only a shoulder to cry or an ear to hear them...