Turn your eye
and don't look back,
the littered past
is long and black.
A twisted key?
A twisted lock?
A twist of fate...
a mental block?
An ever cautious
mind moves on,
translates, then darkens,
thrives upon
its own oppression
deep and stark,
yet yearning for
the lively spark.
Let the past take care of itself, keep moving forward with passion and hope! ! Excellent write! !
|Look back not with regret but boldly forward with hope. Great poem Thanks for sharing
Brilliant poem Sally, reflecting on the past is often painful. Really good write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well written beautiful verse excellent art