This platform of desire is where I've clung
to echo all of it. Their prying eyes
immobilize this careful, timid tongue
of mine. Unstated words as cold as ice
stab deep, as it is twiddled through my soul's
flesh. Kindly pour the Darj'ling tea anew
for me and let me sway away these ghouls
that feed on me; on rotten dreams they chew.
Or is it me alone who drowns myself
in whirlpools swirling down the void? I might
confuse the river from the sea, an elf
from titans. Oh! This mind has no fine sight!
Relax me with what truths your stares behold
which startles that one calming storm untold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
James, such a well penned sonnet....10+++++
Thanks for the compliment! I am happy to hear that. Cheers!