Words spoken in silence
are often meant
for the heart,
or mind,
Having lost itself in
its own train of thought.
Memories of tragic past occurrences come with faded imagery,
occasionally projected
through the eyes of a lost soul.
Life is blurred,
Sitting with shadows,
Drinking time,
By the cup fulls,
Awaiting change.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good rendition of words. Beautiful profound poem elegantly written with conviction. Thanks for sharing Kendell.