Against the will of the unknown,
blackens a view, torturing the unwanted mind.
A seed crying for life, a breath stolen by faith.
A portrait non existent by colour,
A fog only seen by the dead,
asleep, never to be awoken, a pulse dried by cold hands.
Chaos awoken by screams of certainty, kneeling upon a child of death. A minds unwillingness to answer, a memory scorned with guilt.
A cry left alone, a secret society marked within the mind.
A crying untold by words, '
Slowly sifting the thoughts of life.
Unanswered till the end,
Peace lives only after life....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem