a mild mannered ignominy never spoke
never caught the attention of the world
lit any fires or solved any damn mysteries
yet
broke hearts and likened itself to greatness
perhaps caught in a storm of obscurity and doubt
got unjustly blown about from shaky pillar to shady post
on the road back from glorious battles
and
back to the start from the finish it began
to reclaim and climb the ladder
and gain strength not imagined previously
nor conjured in a dream
just ignominy on the fringe
forever frozen in the duty-bound lounge
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem