Arms out wide,
Struggling,
Against the ferocious current,
Progress stalled,
By the torrent,
Coming at you,
You choose,
To head upstream,
And now will be washed away,
Into the depths and abyss,
Down the river,
That you have just travelled,
And it will all have been in vain,
All the scrambling,
Thrashing,
And twisting,
Will all be wasted,
As the current takes you,
And washes you away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is my favorite poem by Nick Hilton. Hands down. I do, however, sincerely pray his world view is wrong