Phantom steps echo throughout my mind
The strides I should have taken, yet stayed still
The reflection in the mirror is always ever unkind
I cause myself pain so that I know I am still real....
If time is really passing me by
Why wont the sorrows disappear
I try so hard not to cry
So this painted on smile wont smear.....
The weariness controls my fate
I surrender too much too soon
Don't know how much longer I can wait
To emerge from this binding cocoon...
The nights are all really the same
Blackened reflections of who I have been
I am not sure I would know my name
If I saw the true me within.....
Victimized by my sins I lay
Broken Halo and Feather bare
I don't know how long I'll make myself pay
For the ghosts that are no longer there....
The hour strikes one final time
And I sit here again on the stair
Try to put down again into rhyme
The things I wish I could have and share....
Who calls me now, is it death or fate
They comfort me and I call them friend
Until I find someone who can really relate
I guess this is how my story will end.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem