In the dawn of our disciple,
in the midst of our wake,
I find it hard to suffer,
for an inconceivable stake.
Yet, in the hours of conception,
my mind is crazed, inception,
like the start of something new,
my life is in graduation.
Passersby, will never see,
a slightly jealous man,
but only as you see me,
but here, yes here,
At last, I am.
At last... I stand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Im surprised on the ratings, its a decent poem with some good selection of metaphors. Well done