I look around this long, dark hall.
I hear a soft beat of a bouncing ball.
bump, bump, bump.
As I look, I see a single door.
On the door is a single silver handle, nothing more.
I still hear the beat, bump, bump, bump.
I took a single step through the only door into an empty room.
A single light hung from the roof, giving off and eary loom.
I still hear the beat, bump, bump, bump.
I walked across the empty room and through another door.
I followed the sound of the bouncing ball and nothing more.
I still hear the beat, bump, bump, bump.
I walked down another empty hall,
Following the growing sound of the bouncing ball.
I still hear the beat, bump, bump, bump.
I opened another door, and stepped outside.
I saw a lonley little boy bouncing a ball at his side.
I could hear the ball, bump, bump, bump.
The boy stopped bouncing the ball.
He turned to me and said, 'There is no one here, no one at all.'
I could hear my heart beat, bump, bump, bump.
I watched the little boy disappear into thin air,
And with him everything else, leaving the darkness stricken and bare.
I could hear... nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
an enchanting of sheer illusion from the past.........nice piece.