Voices in the wind
faces in the night
nightmares of a child
living in my head
They fade and they fade
until I sleep at night
then they come back and find me
and infect my mind
But all I do is smile
because I know
those memories are dead
They can come back and haunt me
if they feel the need
I don't really give a damn
Because I'm alive
and living my life
As you say, life is for living but the past often haunts us, a good descriptive poem, I like it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can relate. Well expressed.