This poem is not made for quality, but for myself - to help myself. A recent occurrance that has left me deeply wounded: that I just had to write about in some form. This poem does relate to 'All you need is a friend', also by me.
The path it seemed was short and warm,
A pleasant stroll it was.
Hopes and expectations littered the way
Although not always does it go.
Gliding up one day, in pleasant mind,
I came across a usual wind
On the path.
Mislead me it did,
Onto another path,
Thorns and rocks this hid.
Lost in my mind, lost in my way,
The sky did then turn grey;
A stumble, a fall, in great succession,
To itself, I should say.
Myself was bruised,
Hurt and confused,
In horror at the least.
A usual wind,
That my friendship did bind to,
Even when it failed.
A girl this wind, and a gang the fall –
Myself a gullible fool.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem