Here we go again
Over again over
The strings pull me down
To the ground
Never ending,
Growing only with my shadows
The voiceless that pray
And play,
Die everyday
Like the sour of the wind
I am but an example,
The last of them
That I grasp the blackness,
Among my mouthful of lies
With no fear of a near future
That only repeats
And repeats
And repeats
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well, I still think that you have promise. Read mine - Frost Flowers- it is meant to inspire. Adeline