Soon
I tell myself
I'll learn the trick of it
lose excitement,
forget.
When
I ask myself
will I shake it off
cut loose,
regain my cold, calm self defense
of apathy?
[I cannot really want that crab-shell back.]
Damn!
There you are again,
Shaking my composure,
Shattering my masks,
invading,
surrounding,
demanding,
Why?
You seem so close to being my past,
to thinking my thoughts,
what am I afraid of?
Will the fragile world dissolve,
if you succeed?
written in Sept '76
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem