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- Sep 14, 2023
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I wrote a short poem in Portuguese and asked Chatgpt to adapt it to English and it came out like this:
Poem in Torment
I feel abandoned in despair,
a silent scream hangs in the air.
My deepest fear, so cold, so wide —
I never asked to be alive.
I hide behind a painted grin,
while chaos rages deep within.
Each passing day, I break once more,
by petty things I can't ignore.
Alone I drift in thought's cruel maze,
trapped inside a shadowed phase.
It mirrors all I dare not show,
beneath a mask that none can know.
It feels like hell — an endless fight,
demons dancing through the night.
A tortured soul, I try to flee,
yet chained inside this stormy sea.
I do not cry, I do not plead,
who'd understand what I don't read?
I've drowned inside my very tears,
in silence, hiding all my fears.
I long for more than pain and dread,
a place of peace, a light ahead —
a softer world, a warm embrace,
like dreams I danced in childhood's grace.
But now I'm cracked, so frail, confined,
a trembling shell I've left behind.
This frost must melt, this numbness cease,
before death comes and grants release.
Poem in Torment
I feel abandoned in despair,
a silent scream hangs in the air.
My deepest fear, so cold, so wide —
I never asked to be alive.
I hide behind a painted grin,
while chaos rages deep within.
Each passing day, I break once more,
by petty things I can't ignore.
Alone I drift in thought's cruel maze,
trapped inside a shadowed phase.
It mirrors all I dare not show,
beneath a mask that none can know.
It feels like hell — an endless fight,
demons dancing through the night.
A tortured soul, I try to flee,
yet chained inside this stormy sea.
I do not cry, I do not plead,
who'd understand what I don't read?
I've drowned inside my very tears,
in silence, hiding all my fears.
I long for more than pain and dread,
a place of peace, a light ahead —
a softer world, a warm embrace,
like dreams I danced in childhood's grace.
But now I'm cracked, so frail, confined,
a trembling shell I've left behind.
This frost must melt, this numbness cease,
before death comes and grants release.
