There's a deafening noise.
In those solemn moments of silence
When muted sounds cry out loud.
And memories past uncage themselves.
Crying freedom and a pain unleashed.
When ghosts of the past crawl up the crevices of our minds.
Kings of the dark
Rulers of a forlorn mind.
Feeding on our rest and peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem