My head
implodes
on contact
The young
replace
my face
I look
through sheets
of cobweb
I cir-
cumvent
the peace
I wake
I watch
I wallow
I want
I need
I feed
These traits
I know
Are wanton
These traits
are all
in me.
I knew
I was
an addict
I know
I am
machine
I live
for
confrontation
I live to be obscene
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like your poem, good use of Language, nice little rhythmic flow, I think you have got some talent, I am a new poet as well,