She’s walking through a ghostly mist
alone beneath night’s glowing disc
midnight denial seems an easy risk
she’s happy in the dark
and
her heart is distant like the stars
her emotion hidden like a scar
to feel at all would be to hard
she’s happy in the dark
but
the mist transforms to streaming rain
she’s soaked in jaded, justifying pain
her love is just another stain
still
she’ll cling to what little does remain
she’s happy in the dark
good poem some people love to be in dark as they get time for self realisation
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, TP. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks