I deem that I have wandered far
too long upon this way -
so many stones beneath my feet
and thorns whereon I lay.
With countless twists and turns revealed,
each one so hard to know -
it seems unclear to comprehend
the better way to go.
So everywhere I look for signs
to take me through this maze
of tangled dreams and hopes unmet
that lead to brighter days.
Perhaps inscribed on every stone
or hidden in the mire
I'll find the runes that guide me to
the place that I desire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sensitive poem. We al go through this grill of life often. Nice poem