the day goes by
in a flash of light
swallowed by darkness
and into the night
so powerful in dreams
yet weak in life
two different hands
controlling the knife
where one is two
and two is one
no where to hide
no where to run
questioning, quieting
inbetween
holding on
by just the seem
too many years
of uncertainty
overwhelmed
by the things forced to see
burried deep
beneath the sand
because this hole
was not dug by my hand
left with a shovel
and a fractured soul
down on both knees
as it dropped in the hole
i never heard the impact
but i felt it hit
born in darkness
a terrible secret
people say they wouldnt change the past because it made them who they are today... who are you today?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem