the day after was just as the day before
missing only the horizon and its warmth
gone long before time kept its truth
the day after was the beginning without the fanfare
unclear and unsettling to the new births
virgin eyes and ears of the following day
and in its veneer the future laid tarnished
written on with the fallen and the meek
how low has the darkness come to be
at the high of noon on a bitter-sweet day
the after was spoken to the heavily deaf and distant
as a remedy and cure to the machiavellian romancers
superficial characters lacking color and breath
the day after slowed down the heart beat of the hours
and the walls from all corners felt its seasons fade
missing only the burn marks of the barely heard
never remembered below the arms and touch
of before its day.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem