Folds of brain unravel
Under loneliness of inner thought -
A nakedness that has to hurt when
Cranium leaks out the poems thro'
Starboard hemispheric strain
The right-side strings it all together
See
Yet
Pains my consciousness to
Drill a deeper tunnel, finer channel
Help the inner me command
Control of my insanity
Thro' honed expression -
Mould it
Somehow
Let it brim unwittingly
Neuronal chatter
Spits out another poem
They call it being a poet
When left side is cast aside
For right side to bastardise
The logic
Leaving me betwixt a shadow-ghoul
And my façade:
The ego and the id presented.
Hmmmm, I wonder what Freud might say about this one. God work. You may like to read mine entitled Anima and The Shadow based on the concepts of Carl Jung.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem that reflects the mind of a great poet.