Deep in wonder, saturated with unbelief, the road of life
uphill, cascades through eternity without any frills or
lace upon it's brow.
Forever infiltrated by the memories long since past, a
never-ending repertoire flashes in and out, focusing at
intervals, remembered nightmares.
Living on though tempests which wrack the brain of child-
hood, fears continue to haunt and be a part of adulthood.
Sever repercussions echoing down tunnels of despair, the
cries and screams continue ever onward.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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