The light That faded before sight
He came so close to
The Chill of the winds
Made him shiver
Lunging for his life
He chased his shadow
Instead going the way he should
He ended up going in deeper
Deeper into the veil of darkness
He had a light
It was lost, nowhere to be found
There was light
Not his but, he was too kind
To steal it, rather he died
Racing for his life
He ran, ran towards what he knew
Random footsteps scared him
He ran, leaving his calm behind
Letting his accursed mind guide his actions
He ran searching for light
Ending up finding a reflection
Of what he saw, of what he should be seeing
Lies encompassed his mind
Like the darkness embraced his sides
The only way was back he realized
So this time he walked
Walked knowing he has nothing else to lose
Not while he is still lost himself
Decided to be lost himself
And decided to run only when he is himself
To lose himself again, and to experience the fun yet again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem