Night is a restless soul covered in black
cowering under fragile hopes that bind
awake and respectfully motionless to reality
as black as my empty reasoned mind
And as my mind curse for love to emerge
it wishes the fact of this involuntary treason
to be announced and carved unto her heart
'I left reality early due to lack of love's reason'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem