Here again my soul is seeping swiftly in the cruel darkness This pessimism is ripping me off, making me feel insane This gory bloodshed of my dying soul is close to drain And still I’m not wincing nor crying aloud, I’m numb to pain; I’m numb to pain...! In the fell clutch of circumstance, uncaught unknown Sometimes silence can kill and bring uproar Under the bludgeonings of chance, I won’t cry aloud, I may bleed but my head will be unbowed Beyond this place of wrath and tears, And these desires and corporeal restrains, Looms a luminous pyre of flame, free and unafraid Breathing serenity, undaunted by the horror of the shade. This darkness of the night that covers me Is trying to paint me black with gloominess galore And yet I’m unafraid, thanks to the strength of the lord, For I’ve an unconquerable soul, an unconquerable soul...! #unconquerablesoul#night#poem#yqbaba