In silence I sit
a fly on the wall
listening to hollow words
exchanged by shape shifters
Never a smile amiss
not a hug unthoughtfuly given
Yet in the shadows
they stab and twist and lie and pull
Blood smeared with broken souls
they walk among us
covered with the shadows
blinding the foolish eye
Yet those who care to look
Will see….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I keep thinking I should be able to figure out the meaning of this one. I have a thought, but it doesn't make sense. So, I just decided not to recommend it. GW62