the lying tongue
betrays the hunger,
and walks into darkness
as the fire grows dim.
the tree cut in its prime,
and left to rot through the seasons...
the small boat unmanned,
is lost on the seas.
the knife that cut granite
lies on the mantle in shadow,
the fingerprints on the handle
too long unnamed...
the door swung open,
but no one enters...
the sound of the gnawing
swallows up the night!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Struggling in pain and feel hopeless could be swallows up the night...it's haunted every heart to feel lost...but dont worry swallow up the night also could be just a nice story too or just a past story..beautiful write Eric! ! _Unwritten Soul