The mind wrestle against memories
A slomen remembrance of a troubled past
Unfathomable rythms of pain
Hatched into agonising voices of forbidden hereseis
Fighting enerstly against cramps
Drained of every taste of pride
I found no urge to forge!
The mind wrestle against memories
A dreadful account of a battered mind
Memories flow like melodies
Shame; carefully concealed in silence
On and on; on every street upon nightfall
Scurrying to hide my grieves in open emptiness
I found no urge to forge!
The mind wrestle against memories
A strange tale in an unlisted Memoir
The struggle; the crisis and cravings....
Now am hunted by memories to speak of yesterday
These voices stalked on me
And am tempted to Speak!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good poem. Thanks. I invite you to read my poem and comment.