Alone in a place, frightened of the images old
memories bring.
Dark horizons, forbidding light to enter,
scaring innocence to hide within.
Devouring life, settling into myriads of hours,
decaying the minds of children.
Softly creeping, encouraging silent weeping
throughout the years.
Praying, wishing, hoping, all to no avail, as
silent darkness creeps always forward to every
new horizon.
Leaving no hope or joy, only the insistent
declining of age through the endless years brought
on by abuse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem