A panic that rises to the surface
A scream from valleys deep
A terror brought forth from wells unseen
A land where dreams roam free
Gasps that trigger fright
A heart that never slows
Never ceasing tears
A puddle forms, a picture seen
A heart there but gone
A person freed from pain
A soul given its reprieve
Unsaved from fault
Awaken from the darkness
Stare blankly at the wooden frome
The very face that guards
Fault lines seen but by those so loving
A sorrow not long had
Disappears with night
A heart so lonely
Cured with dawns first light
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem