The Substance Of My Self (Terzanelle) Poem by Gert Strydom

The substance of my self remain
in every speck of dignity,
in humility and pain,

the shadow of my soul remains me
in fogged out looks
in every speck of dignity,

in every word, in poems in electronic books
fading away, lamenting, cry
in fogged out looks

every thing, where nostalgia runs dry
in the well of my spirit and soul
fading away lamenting, cry

like a unreachable goal
with love crumbling into hallucinations
in the well of my spirit and soul

flowering like a bunch of bloody carnations.
The substance of my self remain
with love crumbling into hallucinations
in humility and pain.

{References: The shadow of my soul by Federico Garcia Lorca and The shadow of my soul by Roy Campbell.]