The weather was icy cold
The noise was loud
The smell was thick
2 clicks away from the hiding shadow
A moment you don't account for,
A memory you never wanted
A song unsung
Today, I picked up my pen
The weight of the world lifted off me,
Yet I became atlas once more
A rhyme-less hymn
A beatless song
A voiceless speech
And that's the end
In the shadow it smiled
Happy of its work
My thoughts are a mess
Like the weather it followed
Mute some called me
Voices of a thousand undying souls
Echo through my smile
A smile of the deadman
Tears are a luxury
Happiness is a state
Love is a commitment
Life is nothing but a passing moment
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem