Desperate measures taken,
To improve what one has neglected...
Only reflects upon one's incompetence,
One has refused to accept...
In the strictest of a private confidence.
And a downward spiral,
That begins to gather steam...
Makes the blaming and excuses done,
Show one who lacks in self esteem.
Yet if nothing at all is done,
Chaos and confusion is then welcomed.
And when a fabric once tightened,
Appearing as one cohesive scene...
Begins to unravel,
To expose a thin threading done of its seams...
Divisions created can not replace,
A complete and total reconfiguration...
Of what took years to admire,
But updated to appear as a second rated fake.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem