Damn these rumblings of utter dismay
leaving my thoughts to scatter away
how the mind exists amid such turmoil
cohesive plans just rot and spoil
alone and adrift on a stormy sea
no metaphors to comfort me
no love or fellowship to be found
a thousand worries keep me bound
off in the distance I seek a light
dreaming of a life just right
how not to disdain my mortal search
nor the hope I besmirch
truly the healthy one can see
the pain of such sympathy
to my core I rattle and ache
every minute of breath I forsake
I swear this numbness is not chosen
nor my love that is chilled and frozen
Oh Please! no more victim of need
Upon this yoke I feed...
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I would like to translate this poem
A really beautiful flowing poem, really like it. A fantastic write.