I'm an old soul. Some lots Black -
My long journey.
sopor, accursed and hard, –
I stifled chest.
So few years, so much awful doom!
serious illness…
Save me from the ghosts unclear,
unknown friend!
I each one - in the raw night fog
The road into the distance.
There is no housing - in a dark ocean -
one sorrow.
I'm an old soul. Some lots Black -
My long journey.
Heavy sleep - and damn stubborn -
I stifled chest.
(6 June 1899)
