Sadness envelopes me in it's sagacity,
tightening it's grip on me interiorly.
Facilitating sorrow and grief, pushing
it quickly towards suicide, regaling
in it's permanent solution.
Tying my mind in knots, unable to think
straight or manipulate thoughts to get
them back on straightened roads, leading
to a semblance of sanity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good write, trying my mind in knots, thanks.