Is my faith so
Fake? , are my
Hopes not
Real? Are these
Dreams at
Night? , are these
Fears I
Feel? Will
Here lead
There? because I think
That is where my
Unicorns are...
Do the restless
Rest? , do
The beggars
Choose? When
The walls
Come down, do
The helpless
Lose? Will
Here lead
There? because I KNOW
That is where my
Unicorns go:
Outside the rubble,
Beyond the ash,
Above the stars,
Far past the trash,
Pastures exist
For souls to lie-
To join the herd,
Do I have to die? to
Be at rest? , to
Write a verse? , to
Rid the cancer? , to
Flee the curse? , and
Come towards
The light I
Fear, to live
The life I
Once revered? ...
If to follow my unicorns this is the cost,
I'll no longer exist amongst the lost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Andrew, I hadn't noticed this one before (so many poems, so little time) but it's a good one. Glad it came to my attention. LB