In an empty head
Eyes rolling like balls
In the dark
What were you thinking
How could have
You told me all
In so many walls
And my understanding
Going astray
I have lost
A sense of touch
With reality
Today I was not
Looking for the feel
In the bottom of the hill
I reside like an animal
Feeling heavy
I see my eyes
Searching
Looking closely
To the fire
In the hearth
On the painting
Hanging on the wall
My poems
Becoming letters
To the unknown
29/12/2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In all these dried mornings And clear untold evenings With My rambles and scribbles My laments and stories I pressed the nib to paper With my nails wrote on the mud walls Pulled lines with the chalk on the floor But I never knew My poems would be one day Letters to the unknown