In this night so dark,
even the moon has lost it's shine.
Memories of yesterday begin to bark,
as life strips me of everything I called mine.
The stars burn as they bear witness,
to the silent mourning I hold.
Slowly taking in the darkness,
to whom my happy endings were sold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poem...and remarkable ...