when my Soul turns gray
and there's No space
to let the sun Shine through.
I have PROBLEMS.
Walking through the thickness
Of dark in the dead of winter,
My destination is 15 minutes
Away.
Objects are black and white
And gray. I stay...
Out on my own, I stay.
I have problems.
Need to COOK A WHOLESOME dinner,
Not only, edible morsels, OR
A glass of milk with toast.
2 cashier jobs to make ends
Meet.
Sometimes they don't.
I have problems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem may be fictional (for you) but it is indeed true to life for many people out there. Everybody has problems of one kind or another. The poem is well-written.