I am haunted by the man
I could have been
He follows me down every
Wrong turn
The blocked wall in a maze of illusion
His face indecipherable and yet
Necessarily contentious
The making of ourselves
Hanging in the balance
The choosing of each day
Critical
With time running out.
(Published in World's Strand, An International Anthology of Poetry,2007)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Laurence You did not waste ink on this poem.nice work