I'm sitting here in my Dark Place,
afraid to look at the shadow of my face.
I think it's sunny outside, as I peak through the curtain, but I don't even know this for certain.
Oh Lord, I'm here in the pit! Why did send you me here?
I sit alone, my company, my Fear!
Is this punishment for my sinning
soul? If so, please no more, it's taking its toll!
I pray for a light at the end of the tunnel.
My spirit is draining, down that ever present funnel!
Forgive me My Lord, I've betrayed your will, as I sit in my Dark Place, forever still!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem