There's an uneasiness that smells
The stench pervades invades every pore
Be gone this feeling I want no more
The Son cast by the Devil in guise
Why do you creep from the chinks
Seething outward whenever I think
You are a foe to come and show
Teaching by hurting not by preaching
Possessing and stressing universal flow
I look upon you one moment in disgust
Then in the next I know I must trust
A wake up call from the son of the Devil in guise
The more I resist the stench persists
To rid is to love you and touch you so
One more lesson for me to learn
Accepting your presence and throw a match
A match of love to burn you up until you go
The Son cast by the Devil in guise
Be gone in the flame of love that blows
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A really great poem, like it.