Running, whispering
He wander trough the dark
Panting,
He couldn't take off his mask
He is the coward
Pretending, he tricked people for his own
The sound still wander in his heads
His heart, it's hollow inside
For his tongue
It's bitter of lies
He couldn't feel;
He is numb for his sins.
The happy mask, the hypocrate mask
Choose the one,
he will gladly wear it all
Wonder, people said
That how much lies are inside
No one knows, but doesn't he tired of his run?
For his sake; his face already numb with pain
He won't reveal it again
So there's he run
Trough the dark,
trough the plains of unknown
Trough darkest forest around
To friends with alone.
and silence around his own.
He is the one who decide,
he wouldn't take it off again
For the one, the pain never cease
He would cry behind it
Desperate has gone trough him,
But no choice has arrived at him.
The pain, the pain
The feel of betrayal and blamed,
The mask; It's only his friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmm we can see these kind of so many people in our modern world! good attempt, the way you competed the poem is amazing. keep it up! God Bless You! ! !