I must reject a wretched foe.
For off again in pain I go.
A breezeway to the other side,
it is the middle I divide...
...a sister with a common ploy.
And I will opt a plan, destroy...
...a wealth of keenness if I dare
to not take refuge, not take care...
..of mine. The lights of day have gifts
to bring this only hope amidst...
...the faint and weary choice thats mine.
And I must stick to realign...
...my thoughts and action on this day.
And pray that God will guide my way.
Copyright 01-06-2009 ©® Sarah Sisson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good verse with a lot of truth. Man, you are writing like Aldo Kraus on speed.