Every hour of everyday
Serpents of fiery moment
Dance in the inner cells
Of my soul
The demons of fear haunt me
Leaving me gasping for air
Deceived and dejected
I sit and I spin the wheel of time
Twining in the past of my life
Into the rays of the sun
I wind it into a rope
And I hang it
from the roof of my years
With this multicolored noose
around my neck
I hang myself, everyday
Yet, I die not!
Killing just a part of me
So, I sit and I start
All over again
Nick Kler
Excellent poem. Nick I love the metaphor used here in this poem. 10+++ with pleasure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
bravo........amazing poem....