Is it time for me to rest…?
Can I finally sleep at night?
Can I find some peace to fill my mind?
When a person, left alone, has the time to think clearly,
Their thinking never goes anywhere positive.
I've found through my life,
My many trials and tribulations,
That I have never come to a positive revelation by myself.
My poetry is my outlet.
As sad and dark as it is,
My form follows function…
My function is to find relief.
To find rest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem