The year’s ending;
We start to rewind.
Look back at all the good times
And all the tragic times.
Despite the worst of times,
Will you hold the happy memories?
Remembering the worst of times;
I can’t believe they happened…
I’m still so sick and saddened…
Nights and days get darker and darker and
Color my heart with a midnight blue marker.
Feeling so blue…
This midnight hue
Has taken over my world.
When will the ending be unfurled?
These have been the worst of times;
Let me, make me, lie down and die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem