A road that goes nowhere
A man with no destination
Trees darken his path
But hes to blind to see the shadows
They follow him, they watch him, they hunt him
Feeding off his torment and despair
He comes to a lake and his reflection does he see
Nothing shows beside him
Not a shadow to be seen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think we often forget to check or shadows..your writing is haunting yet absolutely beautiful...I look foward to reading more.