Lying with in the darkness of ones soul, Hollow hallways and nothingness fills the air.
Fear starts to cultivate the room as you plant the seeds of guilts that could be replaced with questions.
Only to be answered with non verbal answers, making the quest more difficult.
Only I the protector of ones heart can find the answer they have been seeking.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem