Sometimes, Mind! never minds my musings,
often takes a horrible night's share
leaving classy sobers in pains.
Nights found beasts in my innocence
nd I found my sinful souls in dozens.
Mind! never soothes my painful thoughts
ever, yeah ever in dreams for sure.
But my heart says, cry not
"Cry not to doom cause I knit fine things
for your hey days that come."
Mind outwits my feeble heart then, chanting
mad rituals.
Terrible painful nights took its toll,
unkind, I tried but find my deeds in vain.
But the night's end found my healing herbs-
in half, I was in gay.
But the other end still stands.
to take me to its darkest ends.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem