If I do not board this train now,
I am afraid I never will.
This place is beautiful,
this place is all I ever wanted,
but one must go where one needs to be.
Staying here, lands me in the sweet danger,
of never knowing and never growing.
This place cannot hold me back,
It is me, holding on.
I do not fear this place forgetting,
I only fear me not remembering.
This place will always be your home,
this place will be the love I used to know,
this place is your place,
and that is why, I must go, alone.
This is an excellent poem, which deserves high marks and a ten. wonderful expression of making ones place in the world and seeking out new places and adventures.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sad and gripping...kinda lament of the inconsolable...high and low notes...banging piano..blood raising welts on the temple...like a crescendo... the climax comes as a revelation..or more as a confession of sorts.. liked it cheers