Troubling Thoughts

One and a million thoughts trouble me
 They sold my treasures to better men

 My hands have gone from me and my head finds delight in torments
 I stay alone in believing_ my limbs sink, they will offer no help

  My future collects for me hateful names,
 And my talents traveled to the arid sands .
 
 There is no strength in the night_ for when she comes down and darkens my mind, I am weakened by her spell, and my days then carry no light

There is no hope in the day _ for it carries torment and doubt, mixed to a sense of nothingness , worthlessness, uselessness, pithy ,and sorrow but also _water_

 And so, like ants on an autumn day, I'll carry it through,

Like a breeze from the nearest rivers, I am persistent

And like a tree planted by the water, my soul lacks of nothing.