It does come washing up, very much like waves splashing suddenly higher
The nagging intensity
More tangible than any emotion
That indeed surrounds, drowns
It changes who you are.
Warps and remolds perspective to its own twisted and quite viable ends;
One becomes the shell that can only be an instrument for its expression
Hoping only for the break, to step from that terrific zenith
Some slight recession of tide.
Will leave you wondering at how much different reality looks undressed,
And which illusion less elusive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice piece written in poetic diction to capture the conviction of the poet. A well articulated poem. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.