question mark on the lips
and you are going into dark tunnel
of the gloomy ill nature
on the way you are passing rows of chairs
of observers what
this way last not lighted
as people for which time
stayed in the place is standing
so as broken watch
long standing chairs already notice
how you are striding between them
you are following your fear
it is assuming the black form
of the shrewd agile leopard
what is a fatal guide
and it is leading you to nowhere
above the steep deep chasm
of the nervous breakdown
and you don't give up
there is always some exit
try at least to change direction
The poetess Dagmata has penned the futility of what I call my running in circles...the anxiety of defeat of the mind heading in multiple directions, yet stalled as she so eloquently put it 'time stayed in place' the aura of impending doom yet the human condition forges ahead
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
question mark on the lips and you are going into dark tunnel of the gloomy ill nature reality is your only base of your poetry..thats why its interesting and heart feeling... the composition of words and verses is perfectly handled and the thoughtful idea has expressed very sweetly..well done 10/10