Shadows in the dark
Pressing down on me
Extinguishing the spark
Of my humanity
Too much time on my hands
Too much time to think
Too many half-baked plans
Too much time on the brink
To long upon the edge
Of the blade of the knife
Standing upon the ledge
Witness to shattered life
Tired of persecution
Been suffering too long
Seeking the solution
To put right what is wrong
Needing absolution
From shadows in the dark
From mental destitution
And life barren and stark
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliant - especially like the first stanza. I think we all feel like this at some point in our life, very well penned.