One's creation of a disaster.
Warned to prevent.
And not stubbornly move forward.
With a doing to implement,
More of an exposure...
Of one's relentless need,
To feed a deeply cemented insecure ego.
Has yet to stop taking further steps,
Closer to the edge of destruction.
Allowed and defended,
By those equally willing to prove...
Jumping off a cliff without a parachute,
Is more deserving of praise.
Than life itself.
Each action taken,
More dramatic and entertaining.
Wanting it shown to be known,
Heads as thick as bricks.
Layered in a thin casing of delusions.
Can and could survive,
A fall from so high.
That a doing of it would be nothing more,
Than a bungee jump.
Or...
Preferably,
An applauded bounce back...
Off of a trampoline.
No one has been given permission to order.
Or directed where to place it,
At the bottom of the cliff.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem