The lancet of my inner eye
Has pierced the clot of clouds apart
To reveal in the depths of sky
The globule of my heart.
Pulsating in a cage of ribs
You break into a shower of pain;
Whirlpool, you suck into your lips
The viscin of my brain.
The cerebellum in my skull
Compressed by cacophony breaks
Into a lava-throated gull
And spitting fangs of snakes.
Scream silently and scream once more,
The tongue is ripped and torn;
Scream silently a savage O,
For what is dead is gone!
Heartbreak introduces darkness and that is introduced well. 'Into a lava-throated gull...and spitting fangs of snakes.' UGH! Now, that's a crush well depicted. L
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I particularly like the third stanza. You are a true poet, with perfect choice of words and phrases. Another really good poem.