It took me a long time
to write free-verse poems,
an eerie tale lies behind
persisting in my mind,
each time I began a poem
I felt some entities behind me,
looking over my shoulders,
breathing down my neck,
I had the feeling they were
former English lit teachers,
until I finally got fed-up
and read about exorcism
when they came I chanted 'egosum
pactum dominum nostrum, '
I didn't even know what
those Latin words meant,
but an odd feeling ran over me,
I heard chains break, I was free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem