A septicemic blur
As a sweating rake
Folded my hands
In whites and reds
On the hospital wing
And kept me awake
Flowers they did
Sown in nightmares
For Hell's sake
They may carefully sing
Around manicured beds
Like a Hell's weed
And kept me awake
In my aquarium
Bulbs were growing
From private flowerbeds
Chalk brains knowing
At a throbbing rate
Whilst bobbing their heads
At everyone and everything
And kept me awake
Undressed and ready
At a moment's spur
Or was it at my notice
White was spreading
As my eyes would shake
Or was it it my hands
Blood that was flowing
From time before
And kept me awake
To stay lucid
With nothing to be said
And everything soulless
With the world silent dead
A few instants more
Seemed a good idea
But it never worked
The way I imagined
Always some light
Managed to be lit
As ropes tight
Kept me imprisoned
Brilliance only filtered
Laced with words
And always
Swords in silence
Smiles about to start
Behind closed doors
Did kept me awake
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well done man i enjoyed reading this poem