I travel far
Started not from home
Walking along the frontier
Shadow of time
With unexplainable courage
Triggers inside my veins
As strength
I often move one place
To another
Almost closed enough
To the roof of the sky
To gather clouds
Build up extended home
I’ve been in every kind of
Darkness
Alone
Empty
As a cold wind drumming
At the trees
Empty as me
Years swift fast
Bright future is still far
I don’t know
But long I know
I run fast chasing the wind
Searching of cherished dreams
Being in 'every kind of darkness - alone' is a sure sign that if poetic in nature we can reach inside for the experience and present it on paper - this you have done with honesty here - - good poem and I like the terse use of wording.....10 from Fay..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
AMZING, LOVE IT, and I always love to get your comments, thanks for all the awesome comments! YOU ARE AN AMAZING POET! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !