Born 13 years, after I died
within a single breath,
I close and open my eyes.
Memories of
the time before;
fade as they turn the key,
to close the door.
Locked inside
words I’ll never write;
stillborn thoughts
of another life.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We all have those inner thoughts