Drowning in the dark
Alone like a lost soul
Through the silent darkness
I heard my voice echoed multiple times
Like a nest of mice
Singing in the same rhymes
Sometimes it chills
Like the fish in the fishmonger
Sometimes it hots
Like the Hots in the Death Valley
Sometimes it bends
Like a bend in the bend road
Sometimes it straighten
Like a straight in the straight path
Sometimes it delayed
Like a delay in the traffic
Sometimes it fastened
Like a vehicle on a fast lane
I owned my heart but I can't see
I needed my soul but I can't find
Walking many miles
In a loudly silent weeping
Taking many naps
In a peaceful fearful mood
Not sure where the path leads to
But sure of the path I hope for
Going and going
Walking and walking
Running and running
My fear kept me going
The fear of loosing my target
In the unknown dark path
Is the greatest strength
That was given as my spear
It was sharpened and sharpened
To the version that suits me
Like the Dead in the lost moon
I rock the dark alone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem