Tonight I saw a shadow fly
As it does, does my innocence die?
and I ask myself, why? , why?
No answer comes, I sit and cry
why no answer I asked why.
I listen to the silence and just sigh
Is there an answer to why they die
No answer at all so we cry and cry
Why no answer, nothing at all
I sit and wait wait for the call
Nothing I hear so I look inside
my life is over I must reside
Very impressive write, Andre. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
A wonderful poetry.. Keep it up.. 10 ++.. Read my poem In the mid of the night depression you are killing me too.. Naila
The shadow of self evolves. It finally becomes real as we step through the past.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Witty introspection written with clarity of thought and mind. Well conceived and nicely brought forth. Thanks for sharing David.