You cannot see the sight,
For what’s presented in your path,
The acknowledgment is lost,
And for you, there’s nothing left.
A closed door once opened,
A shutter slammed of dreams,
An eventful possibility,
Became a heart full of screams.
If only you could see,
What could lie within your grasp,
Maybe your hands would still be closed,
For this peregrination could have last.
In between lies a sheet of glass,
For your sight remains to see,
But your vocals remain dormant,
Not hearing what to believe.
An occurrence with great potential,
Erupted through this failed experiment,
What seemed to break only through commas,
Finally comes to an end with a period.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent poem, really enjoyed it. Loved the last line very much! Good rhythm! Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn