Is there something more
scary
than don't know where your memory
has guided your story?
I can't see where I am anymore.
Sleeping through the waltz of the light,
fighting a war during the silent night.
Fighting a war during the silent night provokes thought and this happens with many of the persons. There are memories in mind still we search ourselves inside. Wisely penned poem is shared here.10
You're absolutely right, dear reader. Sometimes is during the sleep time, that we fight our biggest wars, and they happen inside our minds. A cruel battle among us, our past, and our future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Pereira. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
Thank you my firend. I'm glad to know that you liked my poem. I will read yours as well.