Dark heart and a hurt head
There is disappointment in my soul
I groan in tired dissipation
As melancholy hems me in
There seems to be no escape
As foes lock horns with me
Seeking to entrap me in
A web of frustration;
I struggle and whimper
I ask for divine help
God will come to my aid
I only have to trust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem