The sound of no where
The leer and fear
The wave of Poseidon
Now lone and left abandon
The crack of the flock
Fine away to block
Grief in doom
Cease again to bloom
Living proud in a mob
Now a deaf pretending to dub
The burst of wrath
Through the knelling path
Glow of the moonlit night
Dim in a glowing sight
Dawn has came to pass
And darkness is next to last
Yesterday is such schizophrinic
And life turning chronic
Thoughts are insane
And living turning in vain
Lost in a complex maze
now counting my final days
Until the sight wade
And eventually fade
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem