As darkness looms so thick, a solid wall,
Which held the night hostage, it failed to dawn,
The heart sinks deeper, reeling from the fall,
Adversity, obliges it to spawn;
The noisy accolades of glories tease,
Now, muted down to murmurs of regret,
No laurels on the head, just memories,
Some vestiges a few did not forget;
A hero cast aside so slovenly
By Fate that left much pain, but little pride
To struggle on that wall, when suddenly,
A knock, then voice, heard from the other side;
...It pierced the dark to find a way,
...Set to get through, into the light of day.
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I would like to translate this poem
Great write. Well penned. I like the wording. Thanks.