Back to staring at
The wall all over again
But now they seem
To have an actual end
The white is coming
Back into the blend
It's not consumed
With the dark shades
That I once saw
Confronting my face
There seems to be a tint
That has taken its place
At times the shadows
Come out for a time
But when it brightens
Then they hide behind
And I discover a brightness
I can call all mine
Still staring at the
Same old wall again
But now they finally seem
To have an end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem