When peace has faded to a warzone,
And the cold burns your warm skin,
While the young are closer to death,
The eldery remember their youth,
One realises time is a fantasy,
Something wanted, needed for some,
Yet we all believe,
Tick, tock, tick, tock
The memories slowly disappear,
Living, once again continues,
And the fantasy remains,
Remains within society, within ourselves.
i prefer time in fantasy..probably, that would be too short :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you have written and expressed this poem poetically. It is good.