The Become Weary
It's not know situation as fog whatever I want but that's not catch
It's dreadful hidebound to raised from inner mind
Everyday I'm afficted with because it
tired life that is glommy and melancholy
The season become Autumn but my life is unchanged like the season
Only existence is solitude as death
The sad desire is sleeping in darkness
As echo it is scream
but Only it come back emptiness
I'll sell my soul who it is possible person to free myself from this situation
Like Faust this problem is the serious pain of life
Never I had any happiness and
a bored languor is dreadful hurt in mind.
As leaves also my soul is faded and I wander to seek the hope hole
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.