Staring from a mile into those eyes
everything slowed down. The heartache caused the slow down
of the heart beat and things turned to be sour as if I had a heartburn
And it was real for I thought I was sober minded
yet my mind coudn't soar above the heights of selflessness.
Always found to be paranoid but to me it was just a sign of a patriot.
Now I lay my thoughts on the chariot of greatenthusiasm and eagerness that transcends further beyond the altitude of great minds
Like always said ' SILENCE IS GOLDEN'
I END HERE
Speechless and the only sound and words from within will guide the blind, Sharpen the blunt knives of hope that one day I shall be heard and never thought for
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem