A shadow devoid of body and mind
walks a darkened footpath
searching for the meaning of life
driven by a sinful mind
An empty skull
brain turned into nothingness
rolls upon the ground
mourning it`s viewless self
Standing on the road
listening to the wind
of the heart begins the search light
when found will cleanse the shadows away
freeing them from the illusive mind
The ghost wind has touched my soul
up and down and in and out
it has traveled through me
this I know as my truth
and in overcoming this challenge
the doorway to the heartbeat of life opens
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
KATHUP...VERY FINE WORK HERE...LOVE THE POESQUE FLECK...STELLAR IMAGERY, CAPTURES THE READER & PULLS THEM INTO YOUR POEM WITH PICTORIAL PRESENTATION...WELL DONE, KATHUP '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''~F. J. R.~''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''