Dungeon. (Poem)

I just had a bad mood feeling and through that I had produced a poem. (Just want to share to you reader)

I slid myself in Solitude,

I felt coldness in this dungeon.

That coldness of the mourning I felt.

What have you done?

You let someone cry.

You just let me realise one thing. 

It's like the death of a love one:

I felt being a corpse,

Isolated from everyone else.

I cried, but you never comforted;

I asked for help, but you never came;

I was in the time of fighting for life and death, but you let me die.

This dungeon is darker than a typical room,

Sadness that I felt is much more worse,

Colder than an ice cream and deeper than an abyss. 

I even saw you stepping me down,

As my fingers ached supporting myself at a cliff,

You stepped on it and let me fall. 

You are ruled by your insanity.

I have made you the source of my misery,

And you're enjoying being in hysteria. 

The dark paths of the shadows in the dungeon are vague,

Vague that can be unseen.

It is too dark that people can see darker than Satan's darkness. 

Visibility is nothing. 

I am all alone. 

No one will protect me. No one. 

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Vie.

Actually I made this poem originally in my own language but I'll translate it in English for you to understand.

"Vie is not abutê i’surpas tout an e’ôbstaclê;

Ti is not abutê i’manoeùvrê proum e’forçê d’diferent,

Ti is not quittê ot dêligt d’êvile ta blise,

Ti is abutê i’êçperiênçe tout d’ti.

Ti is abutê i’riêche an e’dêpt fo an est’loù ta an lêvêl fo an est’highê;

Ti is abutê i’êçperiênçe tout d’e’êmotione: hapiresse, sedresse, dêfiêt, laùftrê, angrê.
Ti is abutê i’aprêhend paxa an mundê wôrq in ordrê ot surviv ti.

Ti is abutê i’êçperiênçe an diferent ià d’l’i’liêv.

Voux niêd ot ma strongeux.

Timê-somê vie can ma in hapiresse d’eçtrême, saxa voux fiêl hapiaux ta rêliêf’d,

Timê-somê vie can ma in an e’dêpt d’abise, saxa voux niêd ot falle ta açêpt dêfiêt.

Wiê-ut hêse e’ôbstaclê, vie is not wùrt l’i’liêv.

Viê is quittê a miçteur d’entertainment,
Butê voux riél’liê êçperiênçe paxa ti fiêl eu.

Viê is eu paxa fleur liêv.

Ti c’hust diê suden’liê butê whilst ti a’i’liêv,

An fleur is hapiaux i’liêv.

Voux must quittê ma an instrument ot maggê e’autrê hapiaux.

Mêm axa voux alons i’êçperiênçe, wiêteur ti is dêfiêt orê angrê.

Striv vourslê ot ma hapiaux.”

English Translation:

Life is about surpassing all the obstacles,
It is not about manipulating from different forces,

It is not also to delight the evil and bliss,

It is about experiencing all of it.

It is about reaching the depths of the lowest and the level of the highest,

It is about experiencing all of the emotions: hapiness, sadness, defeat, laughter, anger.

It is about understanding how the world works in order to survive it.

It is about experiencing the different way of living.

You need to be strong.

Sometimes life can be in extreme hapiness, where you feel happy and relief.
Sometimes life can be in the depths of abyss, where you need to fall and accept defeat.

Without these obstacles, life is not living for.

Life is also a mixture of entertainment,

But you yourself experience how it feels like.

Life is like how the flower lives.

It will just die suddenly but whilst it was living,

The flower is happy to live.

You must also be the instrument of making others happy.

Even what emotion you feel, whether it’s defeat or anger,

Strive yourself to be happy.

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