Mind boils over With the haunts of memories 
Memories that creep 
Memories that sleep 
Trampling me down with each Thought I think 
And the sounds of the Words 
Of the voices of the past 
And the creeping of the unknown 
Stream through this small mind 
Comes into these opened eyes 
Shrieking through my mind 
Leaving me with more sleepless Nights.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    