Tasting the desolation upon the lips,
touching the cold skin,
seeing a chill deep within the darkness of the eyes so cold and hard.
The trust sweet and fragile,
has the mind blinded by the greed of revenge,
as the cries fade to screams within muffled moans
scattered in a child's mind.
Psychosis becomes the minds master
remembering days long since passed,
they pass before your eyes and vanish yet again into thin air.
Where Oh Where Has Life Gone?
As You Look Within At A Life In The Mirror Just A Mere
Flash In The Pan Uncompleted and Never Fulfilled.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem