Even in the warmth of light
Still lingers the cold of the dark
Following me like a shadow
Can feel its weight on my heart
Can feel its presents at every turn
No matter how fast i run
The deep cold seems to be there
Even in the warmth of the sun
Its now a certainty
In my walk through life
For ever ill been chased with this shadow
Darkness will lingers in the light
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another favourite! I cannot believe that people haven't comented this yet! It's brilliant! Darkness will always blot out the light, not matter how many lights we turn on. However, this seems to be a reflection of how you felt at the time - even though you had good times, something bad always come to ruin it or is never far away - it's sad, but it's life I suppose. xxx