Love me like death..
with....Eyes....
judge competence...
barley alive...
left in limbo....
purgatory...
was not amended....
and specter's
for those still living...
there deep inside...
it's fortresses..white haze....
and never shown...
life's single road out..
from there....would one...
travel past that depths end...
subconsciousness ly...
too lay in deaths...bed..
while none...volunteer...
too loose there mind....
on a known journeys dare...
peripherals......seeking...
where time is lost....
and never brought back...
from that edge..
of some where.......
like death....
left alive with no voice......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dark, light rich skidding on the surface ...holding back and letting go... never but one the poet knows. :) IT