In that unlit and loveless chasm, what's chained
To a fearful philosophy.
An earthbound mind, and a hell-brought -
Willed of its own insanity.
Hopeful-drawing on what ahead of self
Prayerful beams with a God-thirst
It pokes to deflect, despairingly.
Voicing doom and gloom - accursed!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not a pretty picture But the Truth never is. That is why it's hardly told, And for other reasons, also But your poem is brave and bold Plus being very well written too. X
Thanks so very much sandra. Sorry for late reply!