Towers erected within my mind, send messages to every fiber
of nerve contained in my body.
Letting me feel, all that I see and hear, jamming the many
frequencies, causing quite a stir.
Memories stirred in little jars are brought out in the ages
to be looked at with reserve.
Causing lively conversations to be brought forth and talked
about, and withdraw within my hidden self to find the peace
this life cannot give to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
jargon of wiry messages...jumbled traffic jam of memories and imaginations or haunted dreams.............thoughts that provoke every fiber of existence in those tiny grey cells...well written poem...loved it..