When feel is ache I rise to the Sun
'all the way down' is the answer to all my wonders
deep in the myst of what is rotten I struggle to survive without a run
I feel I won't get pass this warmth alone Mrs Darkens.
Sun isn't burning like he used to today but I still need the help friend
don't hesitate to reach out and mend
or lives are twirled into eachother grey passenger
i cursed the day you've knocked at my door.
Never got pass that devouring test but hope's tonight middle name
32° in shade is easy, the sweat on my mind resides failing them
stay with me wounding shadows and I will not perish
stay with me grey cursed days and struggling time shines constant itch.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem