Reflection in its dark depth,
Unloved and alone across life and death.
Tears dropp from unseeing eyes,
melancholic meditation as time dies.
Waters that strike fear even in davy jones' heart,
end a life in which i took no part.
From a land in which i found no faith.
To the land where i have no breath.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This melancholy poem lingers long in my heart. I like the mood you have created and was wondering if you have written it as a Palindrome poem as it seems to reflect this back to me. Well done! 10 love Karin