Insurmountable fortitude of defeat
Eats away at your very existence.
Inconsistent inspiration leaf dry
eyes cracked, cried out;
Jeepers! Your spirit….
conclusively crushed
Grotesque, how a hero
Aint around when you need one.
Call on me; Your hero
Summon the hero so quashed in you.
What attitude; what insolence
To doubt your ability
Purity of heart, awareness of self
Propels and dispels your
Un-triumphant iniquity.
Anecdote of your life
Shouldn't be subtly sad
Harness joy in perpetuity
The sad tale never to be spoken
Enunciate the hero in you
Palpable yield! rise up.
Summon the Hero in you.
You not against the wall
You preventing it from a fall!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the sad tale never to be spoken.........nice one..actually great lines