The shadows run faster
Across the brickwork
As the burglars of the daylight descend
The shadows run faster
Than the spiralling synapses
Hostages to the hooded figures encircling the Walls
The shadows run faster
Than the candle fire
And the light of memory
Fading before me
Inching into the darkness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem