My last attempt
to circle the square
anger takes the throne
Isolated
no longer to share
servitude alone
Wandering unsure
things left unsaid
words to disappear
Into the dark
deserted forlorn
heightening my fear
The ladder broken
every rung
unable now to climb
Direction gone
a beggar's song
—with nothing left to find
(Valley Forge Pennsylvania: October,2020)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I find this poem very interesting. The theme is somewhat veiled, but the passion shines through. Overall, a very good poem, and I shall read it several times because I think the more I study it the more meaning it will reveal to me. Thanks, Kurt. Good work!