Fears and dreams, living with
things that can’t be undone, I
go to the places I know I
don’t belong. Among the
many reasons to feel regret,
I doubt any of this will ever
haunt me. The day’s that
might come and go are like a
fire on a lonely night easily
forgotten, like the lie I
pretend I don’t live. Before I
go I turn out the light and
smile, knowing you don’t
even know my name.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is deep sadness in this poem and the reader feels it, however it is well-written and very profound, emotions bleed through the lines. Cynthia