I'm on a crossroads of thought
Find my soul of inner deep
Waiting for clouds to roll in
To see the last light caught
Carrying this day to the heap
Of yet another Angel fallin'
I'm listening to my own voice
Without anyone else to hear
The distant thunder beyond
The damage done without noise
While stabbed by rays of fear
With only me to respond
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
these lines intrigue me: Carrying this day to the heap Of yet another Angel fallin' and While stabbed by rays of fear With only me to respond............................but i'm in the dark about most of the poem. interesting title; does it mean anything? Poet's note? :) bri