Into the vision I stare
Never looking away
I feel myself closing down on the dream
I've been living in colors of a sadistic nature
Thinking that it will go away
Is what gets me in trouble
Every time I try to break away from
The pretending thunderstorms
Gathering on the horizon of dreaded tomorrows
Which are growing darker
With each beat of the decaying heart.
(6-18-1972)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem