Like a whirlpool the thoughts return
With no control they whirl and burn
Whilst the worst memories I know
Will be the ones that will not go
Flashing through in no order seen
They taunt and poke as a mocking theme
Will there be a time when it will settle down
And peace will reign without my frown.
© Paul Warren Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very apt rhythm and phrasing, Paul