aimlessly standing alone
on top of a Black Stone
Tears frozen long time ago
Wind never Seem to blow
Sun and Moon standing Still
the Sea became disguised hell
No waves to break the stillness
and air is filled with illness
Wondering Souls around the shore
Running from the rotten Core
Humming the sadness song
that they've Sang for too Long
Their lips are chapped and Dry
No Cloud would answer their Cry
The Phantom ship is sailing by
But no guiding star in the Sky
Sailing around in an empty sea
Looking for a journey that will never be
Forever this picture will last
Caught between present and past...
Sarah Ibrahim ©
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mmm...a somewhat scary spooky piece that left me truly cold. A real descriptive tale of creaking timbers and a moaning wind came to my mind. Excellent piece. Regards. Craig.