With no voice and at no one
I loudly shout,
'I AM HERE'
But my angry heart is worn out
Silent; to all my cry is
My speaking non-voice
Like heart beats of the dead
My mind is the land,
Where devils are fed
I stand there, infront of all
In the middle of the room
Under the reflection of burning flames
Yet no one seems to notice or cares
where am I going?
I'm taking the wrong case of stairs
SUDDENLY I feel....
I feel my soul awaking,
From the aches breaking,
My limbs, my body shaking,
Now I'll complete my fade serenade
Till the end of time, it's my only fate
But when I'm least expecting
I came to realise
I've been DEAD all along;
I'll never be able to finish this song
Wow! it has a resonance about it, one is often seen not heard or heard but not seen thus ignored, neglected, abandoned by the world, what death could ever eclipse that? sad poem but realistic too
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
actually alot of people died and no one felt that....