His voice fills the dark...I can't see...I smell fire and danger.. .
Where are they? I don't know, I only know this fear.
Fear, I can feel in my fingers.
No! Run! I scream but they don't seem to hear me.
The feeling is where they are.
The darkness closes in, until I'm motionless, helpless, unmoving...
Until all I can do is hold on to the sound of his voice in the darkness,
like the sound of an unbreakable heartbeat...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well written to captivate the reader and the use of the literary device of imagery is used well. Chantelle