My darkness talks

My shadows are back,
haunting the wall.

They’re inside my head,
I hear them call.

Saying evil things,
I can’t shut them out.

They talk of people,
round and about.

They’re trying to tease me,
I know this as fact.

Sometimes they leave me,
but yet they come back.

They’re here in the day,
and at night in my dreams.

Driving me crazy,
they love when I scream.

I can’t lose my shadows,
as hard as I try.

They’re right behind me,
wherever I hide.

You too have shadows,
wherever you walk.

But you may be lucky,
yours may not talk.

 

Brillante, me gusto como describes lo que es parte de uno, el hablar.

Exitos y pues brillante el poner algo en otro idioma.

mmm sera por ser de EEUU jaja, ok saludes.

 

Gracis Ron, y si que te digo, trato, jeje bueno algo de bueno tenia que exprimirle a la tierra del tio Sam o no? en este caso es mi media poesia... pero la raiz de mis todos las oscuridades mas profundas (y a la que suelo escribir a veces) se me quedo sepultada en Guate.
:::hug:::

 

The shadow...

Sometimes I think there are not shadows in my live
But they are present every times, every days...

Talking, walking around me, like yours
but, we can avoid all the time to see them
and be happy...

A kisses for you

Eugenio

 

Sometimes I think that those shadows are the ones that lift you up from darkness. It's that craving to finally see they light and get rid of those voices that keeps you diving up.

hugs and kisses