some days ago
I have lost a meaning
now words are strangers to me
to express the happenings
of the corn seed colored heart
rebel of thoughts inside
no they can't come out
thoughts without meaning
makes no sense
what was the taste of the apple?
that Adam had tasted
the color of the stolen flame?
the softness of the cobra
one bite and cleopatra died
what was the the taste of poison that
Mithidritus has taken?
sweet! bitter!
sweet poison
bitter poison
red heart
yet yellow....
it's like wining a battle lost
to search
the amount of redness in the wounds
after each storm
what makes it so hungry?
the heart
like the triangular face
of a dog
starved for years
some earthly desires
some premordial truths
increasing numbers of quinsling hopes
the brozen winds have quiverd the candle
and it has shut it's eyes
it doesn't make any sense
because some days ago
I have lost a meaning! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem