Loud men voice woke me up
when I led the last eye-closed from a warm bed.
A world I knew in my deadly days
of whom strangers is mine strangers alive
and friend of my fierce face,
only memory have I choose
as in a choice of no choice I was two.
Fighting men I do not know,
tearing heart of several men.
In a time of times
I am through with a dream.
Dreaming the dream of a dream
and at once, smiling off a voice
stealing the attention
and turn the time as mine.
Aside it beside the side of signs
day is always an enemy and a friend.
Great poem. I enjoyed reading it :) I think you're doing pretty well.: D
really your poem is a dream of a dream to the real worlds....nice poem..enjoyed very much.. good use of pun..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Once again a great interplay and matching of words to tell an interesting theme. Excellent work.