Darkness comes again
Light ceases to show us the world
I know I am here now
But where will I be
In five or ten years from now?
Darkness is the future
Death is its real name
I write as if I know what I am doing
But the words are written for me
By some other part of myself
I correct them
But what they mean
Belongs to a universe I cannot see
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well penned lovely poem. Simply impressive.....10++