If life is a journey of no excuse
and the gods are not to blame
then why does the wind confuse
to fan our cold hearts into flame?
minds still keep on reaching
unknown horizons to bemoan
our incessant futile searching
for clues to muffle our groan
we refuse to accept our defeat
as a guise to revel in victory
in the bosom of the six feet
but etch on scrolls of history
count me out of your sanity
if that means my relegation
of infinite quest for virginity
in silent tones of my negation
Written by
Dela Bobobee©
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem