Wandering, lost in the endless maze
Fearing what in the next room lays
A son, a brother, a husband, a friend
A father, grandfather or maybe the end
Footsteps fill emptiness with hollow echoes
Icy cold darkness where not a candle glows
Stumbling onward for time without end
Ever fearing what lies around the next bend
Keenly aware of someone who must be found
Yet certain that he will never again be around
He ended in torment many years in the past
From existence he was by the beast outcast
Hopeless and forlorn him I know I'll not find
Lost anywhere in this lonely maze in my mind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem