While, I breath
with life
tenderness,
doesn't, seem so hard,
looking, for an answer,
while, living in the dark.
Watching, for a reason
upon a wild wind:
when I see a stairway,
with one step,
I begin.
I runaway,
from, an unchained beast,
where hours,
lay in ashes:
fallen,
a hero, I have been,
I hide behind my heart...
A smoke screen,
laiden, by flowing aches,
a part, of me, so bare
I wish upon:
a thousand ways,
to climb, those stairs again.
Freely,
like, wild thunder
burning, through, the night
I fight! I fight! ..against
it all, to run, away and hide.
Inside, that quiet place,
with, walls, made out of stone
a whistle blower calling! ..
pure as driven snow!
To bury, all my lonesome ways
how can, I keep standing
here, within, a sacred hour.
I hide away, the pain
in wishing, I'd give anything,
to see, his smile again.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
interesting poem.... ideas strung together well....diction ok....imagery may be improved....