Straying far from the truth
Forgetting the beginning, ignoring the root
The Soul, ripped from it’s hold
Beaten and withering,
Broken stepping stones
Lead this forgotten path
Teetering on the brink
Forgetting how to act, what to think
And so it goes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another good one. You are a really good writer.