Withering demise penetrates my being on days of edgy behavior, calling forth images of horizons on the other side.
Lifeless forms come and go, some familiar, others tailgating in shapeless forms.
Taking turns with one another, skating across mind slopes of creativity.
Sliding along, becoming part of energy and it's brazen identity.
Believing in God and His mercy as I travel down pathways of my existence, holding onto faith to light a way through darkness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem