Push shove step stand,
Too many here to move a hand,
Angry souls battle us
Angry souls sans animus.
They kick and stomp and even scream
Until finally I’m free it seems.
Technology again has failed,
The timing’s off, lesser scaled
And therefore comes my release
My last resort to myself please,
Upon which rides the richest jewel,
Richest so I know less cruel.
I attempt proximity,
But fear is growing pleading pity.
Closer still would be in sight,
Until another takes my might.
And riding so with ear keen,
I overheard not one thing mean
No words of hatred, nor of doubt,
With him I cannot do without.
The jewel is fixed upon no ring
I’d tell you it’s the darndest thing.
Smiles, smiles, all around,
Yet the window returns a frown
And soon our home is coming near
So slowly follow without fear.
Just yesterday I had made that wish,
To talk to someone, friendly-ish.
And there I was, walking still,
No words in sight but all the will.
And so I walk, ever forth,
Departing so from true north.
Walking still in isolation,
Heeding to my condemnation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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