Silenced by thought lying on a precarious edge of
oblivion, striating ideas of immense direction.
Deciding on measures, depending on past outcomes
to alleviate pitfalls of tomorrow.
Feeling a nervous eruption beginning within as
images are created and delved into one at at time,
causing an upheaval of silent undertakings on
shores of destiny.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem