vision stunted by past deeds
leading to my current place,
childhood face: disconnected,
now adrift on stagnant lake.
cynicism scrawls the map
leading to my resting place,
a symptom of a drying mind,
what once was fluid, now is blind.
each denial of childhood dream
fractures now my world it seems.
mothers tears dried in her grave,
childhood view: never saved.
A good write, Christopher. A pleasure to read. Thanks. I wish you a very happy new year. Richard
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow. that was a very well written poem that expressed so much in very few words. Well done.