Walk I must
A pull here
A push there
Where to go I don't trust
The pull is strong
And go I will
My choice seems like no choice still
I pray I'm wrong
It will be a long walk
Alone with none to talk
But for thoughts that crow
And words that grow
Like sharing a moon-light kiss
Or vile thoughts like snakes that hiss
The beauty and the beast
That's the wilderness of thought
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem