The Become Weary Poem by John Kim

The Become Weary




It's not know situation as fog whatever I want but that's not catch

It's dreadful hidebound to raised from inner mind

Everyday I'm afficted with because it

tired life that is glommy and melancholy

The season become Autumn but my life is unchanged like the season

Only existence is solitude as death

The sad desire is sleeping in darkness

As echo it is scream

but Only it come back emptiness

I'll sell my soul who it is possible person to free myself from this situation

Like Faust this problem is the serious pain of life

Never I had any happiness and

a bored languor is dreadful hurt in mind.

As leaves also my soul is faded and I wander to seek the hope hole