Haunted by fears,
I tiptoed.
A safety net enmeshed me.
I am safe, I am bound.
I marched.
A fence blocked me.
I slammed the door.
But it was locked.
Yes I am safe.
Safe in the four walls.
Memories are my comrades.
Silence my companion.
Sun and Moon,
take their turns.
In peering,
through the crevices.
they will never see me.
I have become one.
With my memories…….
And memories die with me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.