There is a sea that beckons me, -- called "Deep Despair,"
And hopelessness and sorrow -- always lead me there.
Each drop of water in it -- has at one time, been a tear,
It reflects my mixed emotions -- I can see them crystal clear.
If I listen I can hear a voice -- quite low,
Telling me of many things -- I should not know.
It says it will refresh me-- in its water, dark and cool,
That living was not meant for me, and death, would not be cruel.
That all my problems would be solved, in everlasting sleep,
And I could find my solitude, in darkness, wet and deep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem