When the day turns to night
there with your thoughts
your part of this fragile world
is settled into their own
Does your mind wander like mine?
Retrieving latent bits of broken dreams
Wondering what would have happened
if there was another path
Or would there have been a wall
to slam against till the pain
was unbearable, leading to
yet another sad parallel universe
But in that one, you die
Not from violence or torture
unless one considers that
its
self inflicted.
Alone is never so quiet when theres
no one to blame but you.
Laugh with the clowns
cry with the 'saints'
Dont cry for yourself
laugh instead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
an excellent title..you are so right alone is never as quiet as it seems..thank you for letting us in for a while Excellent writing! wishing you a day full of joy-Pia