Shivers expose the cold refrain.
Of tears composed of icy rain.
Falling from yesterdays page.
Pursued by demons from deep below.
Ever present with a sinister glow.
Always eager to administer rage.
Carefully crafting the plots final scene.
Bathed in dim light shimmering green.
Trapped by indecision in a gilded cage.
Wishing for freedom from mistakes wrath.
Just one more curtain call before all's past.
And I will remove myself from the stage.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not only metaphor Yoonus, look at his sharpness on making lines and rhythm..that was awesome, to me it is awesome job. I like the artistic view in it_Soul