Behind these eyes of painted blue
There is no door you can get through
No pane to crack or hinge to split
Just a starving scream with splintered wits
Like a star encaged behind the night
Or a bird whose songs recondite
Here's a heart chipped out of broken glass
Its scars are there to feed your mass
And every day's a new act to play
The lead whose roles to be your Prey
Cloaked in smiles to beguile
In fashioned moods that stay in style
For I'm a ghost without a home
Haunting myself inside lost bones
But you'll never see me as I am
A shadow sleeping as a man
Excellent Poem Kevin.....beautifully penned......10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well done pal