Destroyed
Blasted Into dust
Drifting Too nowhere
Obsolete
No one Can see
No one will Need
Vanished Reall Pretty
Whats That mean
IS it just obscene?
Immortal Thoughts Of unknown
Have now Fallen Through The soul
To feel the loss again
HAs gone Faster then its ever been
Flowing out of sight
My mind creeps Tonight
To think Of such delight
To Forget without a Fight
Sunk Below
Can fear Grow.. In the dark
Not if it Doesn't Have a spark
Hidden And Forgotten
thats really good...i guess it can relate to anything not just fear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear fear hear the whispers of my voice a paradox of hate a taming feel A world of pain that grows like a seed but it must have nutrients to grow don't let it have it, let it starve Thank you for your poetry