The day is fleeting and night unending.
Each challenge greater than the next.
What is this life that is filled with sorrow?
Penance for the sins against Eden.
Blindly I walk through life.
Stumbling on faults that are my own.
Agonies as long as night.
Relief as fleeting as sunrise.
I woke up today searching for hope.
Beaten down by this strife that is life.
Prepared to fight the evil of Lucifer,
I discover that the devil is me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We my friend are all a mixture of good and bad To recognise that is the beginning of wisdom