I am the voice
crying the night,
so broad as a choice
endlessly and always hurt
I am the thought
left and burnt, yet
holding the day walls so cold
so tense, as fate turn out and shift
I am the truth,
brought back unclean
but still hold that proof
inside and out.....
I am the voice. I am the light I am the life make this poem really wonderful.
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely written i enjoyed reading this poem!