The sun begins it's nightly journey
Down beloe my perspective
I am kind of blue and out of sorts
At this simple prospective
I'm very worried that the men
The shadow people will be back
To haunt my every single dream
I am terrified that they will attack
But slowly the light turns to black
Inevitable as the coming of the tides
I will not let them sneak up on me
I will not demand everyone hides
I will make it through this dreadful night
As I always have done before
As the rising sun does cheer my soul
And opens my heart's door
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well written poem. Lovely