Hard felt this
Nine times time,
yet I only
see null might
Flickers of despair as it
settles here.
Nigh nights again
Pronto yells, go!
While there is a fork
as it comes.
with these flimsy wings,
Will I be fledgling
till the age of
the time?
Every week goes
to a frazzle
Weak to stand, trying
all day long, the puzzle.
No guts on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the puzzles, no guts on. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.