The moon is my
Guide
On this dark
And dismal night
Around every
Bend in
The road is
A new fright
But if I persevere
One day my
Mind may
Clear
Then I'll know
The things
That
Made me scream
Are nothing more
Than childish fears
That only look real
In bad dreams
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem