Misunderstandings, overreactions,
There goes the deep end; getting wet,
Soaked in patterns, gripped with feelings
These feelings cannot be repossessed, convicted, evicted, or condemned,
But may be on holiday, left in the layaway section
For him, no joy or pleasure is too short, nor any talk too small
The absolute truth is his choice in striving for perfection,
A goal not meant be captured, just gallantly pursued
Emotionally, is he feeling, and feeling ready?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poignant bit of verse well conceived and nicely penned with insight. Thanks for sharing, Eillio.