locked here with my obsession about this truth of life
but I know for sure that I'll be standing where I've just begun
i'm not thinking loudly of the materials of my lead brain
we're not forced to choose between the lines of your visions
the truth is in the dark
within the life of hearts
for now I want to make sure
i'm opening the right door
our memories are not of today or even after twenty years
we started the fire so take your time for the ashes if it was done
the earth is dark,
within our hearts
but to make sure,
I open that door
the painter and the painted man
in one combined mortal man soul
I don't rely on people's laws
so regrettably, I am hated
we're not dead though we're not alive
time for deathbed is the begin of next life
the lights will fade
for one hour late
the heat will cease,
man will be freezing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'I don't rely on people's laws' Rachel Ann Butler