Blank darkness behind closed eyes.
Thinking imagining
To fill the gaps.
Private thoughts overwhelm me.
It’s all a secret,
But to me.
My dream finally materializes,
Burning with creativity.
Probably forgotten by morning.
I’ll fall back into the passion.
Feelings running on the corruptivities.
No one ever can spy on these.
My dreams are like fire,
Burning with desire.
When reality finally overcomes the wordless images.
I remember it’s the day I dread.
All of my dreams are my
Warped memories.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem