A great glass pane, floor to ceiling
Bright light, warmth and life out there
Where wounded hearts and souls find healing
And continuing to breathe isn't a dare
Life's vivid colors in abundance abound
A great palette of luminance and hue
All bathed in the golden sunlight around
A labor of love, hope and promises too
Wondrous flora and fauna in variety teem
O'er each horizon an awesome vista anew
Wonders beyond counting or so it does seem
Rich textures blended in a life filled stew
Yet the glass the light never can penetrate
An icy cold darkness that cannot be dispelled
Despair and loneliness that nothing can sate
A prison of hopelessness that will never be felled
Never life touches here in the land of the dead
Empty inside except the evil voice of the beast
As he crushes the soul his despite fills the head
On all good found inside he will greedily feast
The agony of existence goes on without end
Until the message this empty shell finally knows
Long decades dead, there's no life left to tend
Then peace will pervade from the head to the toes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem