There’s something wrong
on the edge of reason
something I see
but can not look upon
words heard
without ears
waking memories
I do not own
a dream covering the edges of reality
impossible I know
but I still see the whispers of escape
the promise
to complete
what I’ve dreamt
the missing pieces of my soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nicely penned/ nice rhythmic meter..............