Sitting benieth the scorched ashen trees
Upon what used to be but isnt
Captivated by all my fears
Burning from my Toxic Tears
Hoping they'll wash away all these years
The shadows shape and form
Becoming that of my past
Dancing laughing mocking me
Im sure im the only one who sees
What happend that night
In the forest of ashen trees
A fire burning rapid
All the watcher's eyes went placid
Burnt down by my Toxic Tears
Becoming part of their worst fears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very interesting poem. Nice read. AIAB