S o heavy and dark are moods and feelings
A ll seems lost, a vague hopeless dilemma,
D own to the lowest pit of all human regard
N owhere to turn to is the pained, bruised man.
E ach passing day seems so burdened with care
S elf is quite absorbed in unexplained sorrows
S oon the whole world itself so numbed, just bows.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~09.19.14
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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