As the fog rolls in.
Moist gray cloud
Blackness of night.
A rapture of thoughts.
A symphony in a mind of trepidations and uneasiness.
Lost…
Each step taken one by one.
A stumble here and there, trying not to fall.
Thoughts of yesterdays nag in the back of the mind.
Logic becomes lost in between fear and anticipation.
Music plays on, only to be heard by you.
Softly shadows appear inside your mind.
A trick of imagination.
Seeing ghosts of past deeds.
Calling out your name… asking?
Where have you been?
You can’t quiet the voices.
Hunger becomes never ending.
You try to hold on to what you once had.
Childhood memories lost in desire.
You fight so hard.
It’s like a bad dream… you look down at your arm.
A roadmap of your life.
The needle punctures a vein.
The tracks of your life scarred and festered.
Your reach to heaven and wind up in hell.
You fail again…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thoughts of yesterdays nag in the back of the mind.......true to its extreme and for this reason man felt the necessary of meditation to a point of bright light which pours love and good to all. May it be illogical but its necessary to live as a man who has a future...... Intense writing contaminating past as hero.