No longer is it there.
To be left aware of its existence.
Too many were sold,
On what they were told.
And chose to leave what they knew,
Had value.
But a value taken for granted,
Becomes comfortable for some...
To leave behind with it done.
Until a journey taken discovers,
A confusion truth known to keep...
Would not permit or allow them to weep.
Or be knee deep in mental conflict.
Finding this to share anguish,
Sorrow and pain with others.
Unified.
Together.
Seeking to obtain material gain.
Just to address impressions to make.
Only to eventually welcome disrespect.
From themselves to get blamed on stress.
Left by decisions they thoughtlessly made.
By leaving to disbelieve,
Truth to have left behind...
Would find them regretting,
Taking the value of it for granted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem