For how long shall troubles torment my journey?
O how long shall the court keep adjourning my case?
Would I wake up tomorrow for the same penny,
Or I will pursue a different phase?
Now I'm finally at my destination
The night's journey has come to an end
I see hope consoling the nation,
And spreading joy on the faces of men.
Tomorrow remains a mystery
but hopefully an end to all my misery.
(cont.) he seems a bit 'into himself' or at least 'into his own' poetry these days in an 'overboard' way. maybe it's good for him. and he called be a couple days ago. best wishes to you. bri ;)
hi, Abekah! i noticed a comment you left years ago at my Hiroshima poem, so i decided to see what, if anything, i could tell of your recent PH activity. not much was found; hopefully this is a good sign of good things in your life. i wish your poem had Poet's Notes or more info in it to guide me. i met with Brian Johnston for lunch this year; i know he'd said 'long ago' that you and he communicated. (cont.)
A nice poetic imagination, Abekah. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oops! correction: my poem mentioned in earlier comment was about Nagasaki, not Hiroshima. :)