i promised myself
not to open this pc
and not to write a poem
hardheaded
here i am again
irritating you
no rules, no form,
no grace, no beauty,
no meter, no count
insensitive, unbearable,
persistent, pestering,
pondering, and always
on the themes of
black, shapeless,
starless, moonless
dark, cold, and damp.
i break promises.
but i do not curse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I hear you brother. We need a Poets Anonymous..except that none of us care if we ever recover from this thing again; in fact, we pray for the opposite result.. (smile)