Sadness slumbers in the wake
Of nothingness,
Shadows crawl along the walls
Of past incense,
Each day succeeds one another
Leaving no print, no memory
Just emptiness.
This is a brilliant poem on despondent and feeling having an impressive inscription. I appreciate the title of the poem. Thanks for sharing this gem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My goodness what a wonderfully descriptive and emotive piece this is...you have depicted the empiness and sadness with such clarity....a very sad but brilliantly worded piece! Lodigiana x