When self doubt is harbored there...
my mind is a terrible place.
When the pain of love is a deep scar...
my mind is a terrible place.
When the sound of silence is deafening...
my mind is a terrible place.
When despite the noise all around me,
I hear nothing 'but' silence...
my mind is a terrible place.
When words flow on endlessly
and there is no way to set them free...
my mind is a terrible place.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Heavy stuff but nicely worded and well composed. Good write, Nan. Brian