Completeness
would be to pen
exquisite lines
of inimitable
characteristics
Able to evolve
latent and
kindle the embers
of a deepened mind
How resplendent
to devise
imaginative
metaphors
pouring over
with the
depth of
ten-thousand
seas
Nevertheless
I am just
a babe
un-nurtured by
the brilliance
of a world
filled with
narcissistic Picasso's
Overlooked
in a race
to perfect
perfection's
orphaned seed
In a corner
bleeding alone
unable to
cage a soul
set in
the ways of
mediocrity
Woe
the dehydration
of creativity
By Samantha Campbell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem