we wander into the dark
hoping to run into a flickering spark
leaving our comfortable world
for a future not foretold
shutting the warm door behind us
hearing for the last time those hinges covered in rust
boots treading into the cold
darkness on the heart taking hold
we inch into the unknown
our eyes not adjusting to the dark tone
hands splayed out front
like spiders blindly on the hunt
fumble in the dark. met with cold shoulder
try to push through. as unmovable as a boulder
faced with a turned backs in a line, a endless wall
cant be climbed, just too tall
batter what you will
remains unmoving still
plead and scream
for answers there is not even a dream
behind you comes another thousand blind foot pats
all trying to push past the wall, soon you are squashed flat
eagre and for leaping we were poised
we ran and yelled as we lept into the void
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem