Slipping through time, sliding headlong into situations of the past,
remembered in moments of loneliness.
Veiled thoughts entering caverns of my mind, filling me at times with dread.
Hoping not to be left in an abyss of sorrow again, feeling around in the darkness of subconscious images, reviewing the messages they bring to mind now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem