If the path returned again
to the source of all things
that time before the now
would I have the strength to go on?
if present knowledge was retained
it's very likely I'd go insane
knowing pains that were to come
if life was to be foretold
one could argue my sanity
is already frayed at the ends
to ask another turn through the mire
would tap the well until it's dry
I'll choose to continue through
allow the past to keep its own
while the future is clearly fraught
at least the vision hides from thought.
© 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.20200109.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well composed poem......10++++👌🤝