Cry me a river,
Or weep many streams.
Hide in your nightmares,
Never visit my dreams.
You are what you are,
Life's false deity.
Who yearns to crush,
A mind's creativity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think we poets have all been there Shaun...I really like you metaphor, ' Life's false deity'. It's a troubled but ever resilient ten from me!