I begin to hear the voices
again:
the nightmare and the darkness
all over,
I can't fight any longer
I am certainly going mad, so
i am doing, (what seems the best)
the last act of this life in vain.
I owned all the happiness
and joys,
only because of you
and i can't go on spoiling
your anymore.
you could do it better without me.
(I'm sure)
Let me wrap up the story
of mind and times,
as i am falling
into a lasting sleep.
Adieu my love,
adieu.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you can also read this as Virginia Woolf: her last words... posted before this entry. hope you'll enjoy.