Locked in prison with no escape,
Keeping track of long lost days,
Where will my weary soul reside,
When there is nothing left inside.
Who will want my painful soul,
whose actions made of me a fool,
Can I ever live with myself,
or in eternal darkness dwell.
Can the light of truth free me,
or all alone will I ever be,
The fate of my life is long gone,
for I have done too much wrong.
-Aragoth Moondragon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Belle. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.