They find me
Right outside my gaze
And flee when I look
They haunt me
But won't show their faces
Though always there
I am no different than they
For eventually we all sink—
Sink into the shadows of our own existence
The afterlife
The afterthoughts
The shadows that I see
They call me
They are waiting
They want to set me free
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Personally, i think you write this poem just perfectly fit with the title, and i can feel as if you are talking on behalf my talking mind...it speaks for me :)