Peering through the darkened past, 
Searching for the light, 
But the darkness is so vast, 
It's hard to find what's right.
I toss and turn, and spin around, 
Trying to plant my feet, firmly on the ground, 
I stop and stare with an outstretched hand, 
Pleading to get out of this sorrow land.
No ones around, 
I am all alone, 
I try to move, but stumble down, 
To happiness I am prone.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    