Pointless be the penitence,
once bridges are burnt behind
The future could prove opposing,
for now if one is acting blind
Call outs may never so return as
those responding could have left
Adding to one’s despondency,
where amends are utterly bereft
The sporadic sort of proximity,
often results in divergent outcome
Where quotient joy gets extricated
and someone else you become
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem, thanks for sharing and thanks for stopping by.