The past reflects through a mirror
as the sand slowly seeps
through an hour glass.
On the wall her portrait hangs unfinished
like an old structure
being bulldozed.
A smile you once knew
witty and bright
becomes a light bulb
blown.
Her self esteem brutally battered
travelled places no other has been
walking in shoes
without a sole.
A heart so long caged
tread waters
like slaves
bonded by shackles.
Memories being relived
like recycled objects
cobwebbed on shelves
today, tomorrow
and so it continues.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well written yet again so much of a sweet flow its music to a soul