I'm losing myself
in an absurd theater
of my own design
Howling thoughts
wake me from
reality
Prometheus gave us
the ability
to destroy ourselves
This is pure
indulgence
I hope it doesn't
end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this one too, it's full of mighty wrath. I'm picturing this huge bald headed guy with a gold tooth launching off his very bar stool and randomly shouting these words out to everyone in the pub! Great poem