on this point do i sit with no one but my self for companionship
thinking of days past and present
feeling like living life is my sentence
People have told me i shall not succeed
They know not or do not care
How naive i was to think this world was fare
Now i stand at the edge of the great abyss
To forget my sorrows is my wish
now i must rest my weary brain
and then maybe one day ill wake up with no more pain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
People have told me i shall not succeed They know not or do not care How naive i was to think this world was fare.. expectation, sense of achievement and the sense of loss and dissatisfaction....... loneliness. sadness and depression..... so well portrayed dear poet. thank you. tony