AT THE END OF THE ROAD
At the end of the road
When there is still so much road ahead
Stumbling to keep going-
A few words here and a few words there-
It does not open up like a dream
It is not wider and wider more all- encompassing circles
Toward Eternity-
The road in oneself
Turns back on itself
Twists and twists
And goes nowhere
For unending stretches –
Nothing can be done
Words must be written –
Another step and another step and another step-
I will continue marching ahead to Nowhere
To the end of my days.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem