Climbing intricate walls, grasping vines of unclaimed life,
securely knowing the fall of demise, euphonies playing in
mind, trapped in spider webs of distaste, equally forlorn.
Conquering the subtleties of abidance, strictly adhering to
the conquests behind stone walls, asking where can I go, if
no one will permit entrance into this life?
Outwardly searching, finding nothing but exits open to hands,
turning away from this daily strife, giving in to silent
predators of the past.
Giving up all soul, all talent, pouring from the cup of inner
gifts all that one is made of, suffering, a lone wolf in the
center of the world, no one to touch or come near.
Void of all semblance to life, trudging along, seeking on it's
own, a particle of truth - of love.
Leaving footprints in the desert sand for moments, forgotten,
turned away, settled into hermitical caves, alone on earth
until the ends of time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful writing. Treading the path even when journey becomes solo displays all that a human spirit strives for. Thank you for sharing such an effective writing.