The never ending echo.
The never ending scold.
On the dark night, this story happened to unfold.
Words stab your body.
Thoughts flood your mind.
Soon washed away, from the releaseful cry.
Trapped in dark with the calming melody.
Hands still shaking vigorously.
Your heart beating violently inside.
All too soon your memory carelessly fades.
Only to be replaced,
then once again to be replayed.
Your jar of memories,
Thoughts of a perfect you wish could be.
Your collection of memories, that not one soul will see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your collection of memories, that not one soul will see...yeap no one can see how memories gnaw ur mind inside...good one