Fear abides where
Darkness hides the
Impossible and peculiar
Shadows cast o’er
The place where last
The untouchable seemed familiar
Whether friends, or lovers
Or sisters and brothers
All searching for different ends
What is found and
Where we’re bound
On point of view, depends
To count the cost of
What was lost
Remains to me unthinkable
When what’s peculiar
Yet, so familiar
Remains to me, untouchable
Christopher Thor Britt
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fine poem indeed. congratulation Christopher. I invite to read my poem. Thanking you Yours, Gajanan Mishra