dear robert,
you are so very right,
the woods are
lovely
and dark
and the depth of that
dark is great indeed.
i risk everything
when i travel to that woods.
the wind it whistles
come in, come in,
do this thing
still like you
i stay on the road
stare at the edge
a bit afraid to go in.
the pull however is getting stronger
how did you resist
hang on
keep going?
my promises are all
broken
either by me or others
and i am so tired
so very tired of it all.
come to me
dear robert
teach me how to stay on the path
before it is too damn late.
He told you how. (Smiles) He said 'But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.' Besides his little horse helped persuade him too!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah, I see from your editing that you need that sleep. After the miles to go and the sleep, perhaps you will feel better. Perhaps you will awaken to the realisation that some broken promises can be mended, but only if you really want to. Smiles.