Denial is a run that runs through every ones mind.
Down the mountain of reasoning.
It snakes it's way through the amber waves of reality.
Around the valley of common sense.
Leaving a bitter sweet path of destruction in the mind.
As it over flows the river banks of our ability to reason and think.
Even as it retreats back into the river bed.
It leaves a false sobering and intoxicated feeling behind.
When that false sobbing and intoxicated feeling wears off.
The only thing that is left behind.
Is the memories of a destructive path it carved in one's soul.
Crossing the river of denial.
We must build a strong bridge of understanding.
Knowing that in the end.
Even the river of denial must run into the sea of reality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem