In the darkest of places,
Clawing away,
Lost and wasted.
Where is the light i search for?
Where is the life i yearn for?
Throw me a rope,
To climb out of this hole,
I'm slipping away,
down this long greasy pole.
My mind is mixed up,
with how life should be,
Peace and contentment,
Come rescue me.
Jayne Louise Davies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We can all, at times, relate to these words. Tomorrow can only be better.
Yes we can but hope x