Submerged in black ink, totally down, saddened beyond compare.
Knowing there's no way to escape this downward spiral into a
hell of unknown furor, I turn away from life's existence,
burying self beneath earth's rhyming death of birth.
Alone, intrepid, suffering for unknown reasons as I wander
aimlessly down tangled pathways of darkened emptiness.
(12/01/11)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem