what will i do when i find out later on
that the poetry
that keeps me
holding on
is mundane
twaddle
and isn't art
but flaunting
my madness in public?
will i brood in madness
get committed again
or go ruthless on myself
and cast my soul
far from the eyesight
of g-d?
Right on RJ, an interesting dive into ones future self conflict. Questions that many of us might one day have to answer. Very nice
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting little tramp that Muse, eh?