Where once there was sleep,
there is now nothing but dust.
Where once there was peace,
there is nothing but ash.
I stood astounded
as truth resounded
and I watch a light go dark;
a tree stripped of its bark.
Pebbles flew through time,
as on bullets I rode; a crime?
No, yet conscience is cruel
and I, a mighty fool.
Death has no mastery over things fine,
even sadness dare not cross the line.
Yet like algae it covers the surface,
and underbrush the forest floor.
As you push them through my skin,
the blood wants free, pulsing with sin,
because one thousand shards of glass
created a pain that will last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I was going to copy and paste my favorite line, but that would be the whole poem. This piece incorporates excellent imagery, and has an energy that brings the feelings to life. Awesome (note: I don't write awesome on just anyones posts) job! You're welcome, lol. Thanks for sharing.