Lines
My life has been spent drawing lines
Thick and threatening, a warning to others
Not to cross over lest they be thwarted
Demarcations that shut out people and dissensions
Straightest of lines to get somewhere fast
Rigid and orderly, a fine way to think
Never meandering nor considering other paths
I drew a line that excluded all, a narrow lane
Soon deeply rutted through countless hours of long treks
In fixed strides from one point to another, back and forth.
How much longer can I walk the straight and narrow and
Emerge into the light from dark chasms of my creation?
Well expessed Eddie and from the pen of one who is familiar with its usage, your imagery and metaphor are doubly meaningful - - enlightening verse....10 from Fay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very meaningful really a significant write.. I love your theme in this...worth reflecting for.. 10+++ lovelots, Maia