Metamorphosis Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Metamorphosis



As in the Metamorphosis
I want to wake
That means
I shed the horrors for another
Horror.

Kafka with violin in hand
Prepares
For a funereal fugue.

Wash me with ashes!
Blind me with ashes!
Turn me to ashes!
My frozen cry
resounds.

Thursday, December 21, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: change,life
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