Seeing nothing ahead, walking through darkness, feeling
my way, slowly stepping forward.
Talking within to my spirit, asking it to stay, finding
it's way, asking for faith to accompany me.
Through ebony darkness, coming from the life I have
known and gone through already.
Taking part in it on outskirts and edges, while being
immersed in intellect's knowledge.
Taking me along into imagination's reality so life can
at least be a memory in a dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem