walk up to a wall
my self
on the other side
standing on a tight rope
offered a slide
plummeting slowly
though my self in view
the distance off the plank
a foot or two over calm
reflecting waters
a blinding delusion
self made success
but a spirit breathed
the life I've lead
waiting to carry me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem that demands a re-read, and respect Much Enjoyed I'm fairly new on here. Look forward to a visit. Steve