I know what I saw when I was on the silver bench of death
I know what I saw with the eyes of my heart.
I saw connection,
Strings pulling people.
The energy of speech, , , forcing its way out of the entangled mouth.
Forming unwanted letters to please the floating bodies.
But how could I explain.
I was one..
Living outside with no communication.
A choke, a sigh,
I ran till I fell and forgot
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a dark write, really well thought out and composed, .....has great impact Cheers Jon