Planches of starlight, creases of fear
Worry the lost, teach the year
Press the cost, preach the air
Formula lost, year to year
Misfitting barbs,
cage of stars,
turning cage,
a flowery rage,
against the turning song,
worried like twisted wood.
Thank you! I try to keep looking for new sources of inspiration. War isn't one of my usual themes, but madness IS.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Short and to the point. A nice piece. Thanks for sharing.