Caught in the web
I cannot move.
Memory
strains for depleted days
like thunder raging
in distant valleys.
I recall the squalls
that shattered my sky,
the rain that poured spite
and held me in its
violent thrall.
Yet
I may not flee
to what still may be
though intently I peer into
fading western air
to find some sign
of tomorrow’s beauty
or fear.
Thus Hope
wavers and fails
like a pithy stalk
in a ceaseless gale.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem! I really like how vivid the picture is! The fourth block is my favorite. It can mean so many different things to whom ever reads it.10! Please read a few of my poems and let me know what you think. I thank you in advance!