Free me Lord I yawn everyday
From these grips that turn me to their prey.
Save me Lord from this grisly pit
Prepare me once to be strong on my fit.
Revive me now there is no strength in me
Turn my demons like ashes be.
Distance me Lord from all that I hate
Bring me now to this world from my mind I create.
Store not my treasure till when I get cold
Let this youth of mine behold it unfold.
So far I do exist, but none of these while do I live
Watching my world relapse while I do grieve.
Getting just old without its pleasing tallness
Nearing that sleep at this tenderness.
There are these tears at nights and much more at days
Unlike all that your word says.
Murdering me slowly, breathing than I do
Even my meagre breath turns me blue.
Today passes by and tomorrow refuses to come
Both despise me, so whose offspring will I become?
Without you above, I'm nobody's child,
Rolling just like a dice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem