It lingers within our shadows
taking all without regret,
Leaving behind tear stained linen
and a future never met.
One among the living
but inside the death will start,
As an enormity of memories,
fill the weary heart.
2005
I think this is one of your best poems, very deep, real, and right to the vein........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you David, I appreciate your comments. Take care :)