Juvenile days, of good and ill,
alone did I stand, on surf smitten shore;
A perched soul, but did I dare
to go distant places, moments of solitude;
An endless path, the shadows cast,
life of pathetic lie;
A benumbed babe, vainly put to sleep
by refined rhymes of eluded verses;
Holistic schooling, words deceived,
fabricated young by worn out tools;
Tales of trauma, love and horror,
whispered tender riddles, history’s shame;
As seasons rolled on, timeless,
the solitude I met, all about me,
Spooked shell confess,
dropped the pearls off my lowered eyes;
The sob of fear, rich as horizon
faintly disappeared as night set in,
as the smiling stars, elves of Zion,
kissed me goodnight in my dreams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem from the heart thankyou
thank you Paul