The moon arises, the sky black coal.
The night darkens my innocent soul.
Darkness creeps into the corners,
Of my room and my minds borders.
Gloomy shadows in the vast fall.
My intrusive thoughts they alluringly call.
Pitch black with nothing but the stars,
Shining bright on my tender scars.
The night long and never ending.
Leaving my mind to the anguish bending.
The world silent in the late hours.
My pain blossoms like spring flowers.
Dawn comes, the first day break.
Mental relief with breaths that shake.
Bright rays and blue skies.
My spirit in the sun, it purifies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem