How do you
Deal with
Having fallen
Into the hole
You have dug?
When is it
Going to be
The First Day in
The Rest Of Your Life?
When are all
Your chances
Used up
And gone?
How do you exit
Gracefully, while
Taking the blame
For all this mess?
And it is a mess.
Unrecoverable, unimaginable,
Dark shallow breathing,
Despair that does not end.
Look around:
For friends and the
Laughter of family,
Occasions for joy,
Where are they now?
Driven away?
Ignored.? Neglected?
Did you expect
Them to stay?
Un-nurtured then faded.
Time took some away,
Even before
You noticed the loss.
You made a circle
To protect yourself:
Careful who you let in,
Careless who you let out.
Now alone,
The circle shakes,
Not able to support itself,
It blows away.
The Cheese
stands
Alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Tom... I really liked your poem. Deep felt truth displayed with beautiful honesty and some pain I would presume. I have a question, in the verse 'Un-nurtured the faded. Time took some away, Even before You noticed the loss.' Was the supposed to be they? Bye for now, I'm off to read some more of your poetry. A 10 on this.