Slowly it's been there
A background whisper
Waiting, wanting
To be heard
The expression of a silence
Broken like glass
A shattered mirror
Distorted reflections
Fall upon the page
And so it returns
From the nothingness
A verse sings
To it's own
Awakening
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice, Matthew. I would invite you to read some of mine, but I am a new poet, and Poem Hunter has not activated any of my poems yet. I have five so far, but will not post any more until they activate the ones I have already posted.