Footsteps, loud and knocking, someone walking to
destinations unknown.
Filled with an unknowingness, running through the
night.
Silence falling and piercing the still moonlit
darkness, receiving nothing in reply.
Soundlessly, like a ghost in the night, someone
sneaks up and takes a life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hello good peot friend Rose Ann. I enjoyed your poem and found it captivating and true to life. I have uploaded a new one titled, Morning Murders you might enjoy. Loyd