I exist, time stands still.
Another week another second,
Another moment;
We stand lost in Memory's repast-
Not knowing what shall be or is,
We are haunted by the unkown and yet we try.
It is all we can do.
Try.
Obsidian darkness overshadows;
Is it enough?
Or did Time flee unknowingly?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem