The Last Wish Poem by John Florio

I always try to pacify my heart,
But all my efforts go in vain;
Took the path that led me to hurt,
And received the constant pain.

Living with the swollen wound,
Bleeding at my every breath;
Find no jollies upon the ground,
Just calling the Lord of Death.

Sometimes dawn never descends,
And days seem to double;
Sometimes the night never ends,
That get me into trouble.

I have no desire to live anymore,
And so I wish I am gone;
As one has spoiled my life's core,
Left nothing to be done.