Evil is close.
He whispers to me.
Only to me he shows.
Evil is the terror only I see.
Evil is nearby.
He doesn't see my sorrow
Or tears forever I will cry.
Evil will haunt me tomorrow.
Evil is my demon.
He knows when I flee.
I can't hide from him
Because Evil will find me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Perfectly stated, remarkably writen.Nice Heather thats my kind of Evil. Peace, Alan