Walking down this lightly shaded road.
Flowing memories about to implode.
Its going and now its gone.
Overwhelming me there starting to take control.
Human torture, I'm their new console.
I'll Lose my mind within the process.
I already knew I couldn't take it if I lost this.
Its going and now its gone.
Crept away just the way it came.
I'm still living but I'm not the same.
I'm really curious about what this poem is pertaining to. It's a wonderful poem, very well phrased.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Have a nice poem indeed.....mind course plotting........thanks. Cate