See what comes of your life's toil
woke me up an eerie nasal voice
she reeked of putrid soil
her look was no rejoice.
I wondered being at that forlorn place
with two dark holes peering at me
smelling of varnished wood
and eyes watery.
The air smelled of wild moss
under a sky pallid grey
shadows rose from the silent cross
where I too dreadfully lay.
you needn't lie down anymore
her voice betrayed a mirth
now that you're thru this door
cleanse yourself with a bath.
Two holes held me in their stare
rise man there's nothing to fear
once you wash your earthly tears
can write your first poem here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful write on First poem....Beautiful flow of words.. .once you wash your earthly tears can write your first poem here. Loved reading it. Thanks for sharing.