catacombs

In the depths of my mind catacombs
all the sadness and the insecurities
grows constantly
as the day goes by
in this place where there's no light

In my lonely heart
there's only one star
that tries to shine...
but fear has it shy

In the depths of my mind catacombs
the tears are silent
and the screams are louder
than a thousand children
screaming out loud
as they wake up from a nightmare

My mind is a nightmare itself
and there is no end for it
there is no new day
I'm the catacombs
and my mind never stops darkening,
never stops sinking
as this underground jail
sinks in cold water

 

en la cueva de la mente
suenan los gritos del silencio
que idolatran a la penumbra de la soledad,
y se vuelve fria y eterna la obscuridad que la encierra...
me gusto mucho tu obra poeta aunque te confiezo que no se nada de ingles me toco traducirlo jajaj, pero me resulto bastante interesante mis estrellas abrazos felicidades

 

Your mind is great! and your melancholy... That written is awesome.
(Necesito practicar mucho más mi escritura en inglés )

Grandes pinceladas de melancolía compañero, atrapan y cautivan; especialmente el segundo verso:

Gran metáfora.

Saludos... Stars to you...

 

gracias por sus comments

 

the only thing I can say is: dark, dark, dark..and excellent. You are very very good writing images.it was perfectly clear at least for me to imagine that dark place....where...it seems that you are trapped without a clue and without help.
When we are in the shadows we are not able to forgive, forget and also to think. You'll soon get to the light. And you will soon find the help you need..to destroy that awful feeling.
Hugs For youuu, Pemb

 

I Like it dark