Now i see nothing except the darkness that radiates
behind my eyes.
I only hear the echo in between my skull.
I've stopped feeling except the declining waves
in my veins.
It's rare to remember except the fact that I once remembered.
I'm dead, covered.
I'll leave now.
I'll live now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Sushobhan P. You may like to read my poem, Love and. Thanks