Walking in the light.
Shining from the moon.
My footprints are fading.
I am scarred by hate.
Blood is flowing on the dunes.
Sand clocks the hand of time.
Every hour shows me the sign.
Displayed in one second.
My life.
My mess.
Straight through the bends.
I have the knife.
Nailed into my back.
Scared to move towards.
What lies in the front.
Beyond the path.
Crossed by forward.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem