I am in a tunnel.
A bonnet clad
In cupping grey.
But ten steps in
Black echoes
Pop and scurry
Back along the walls,
A shadow wisp of tail
Against my legs.
Claustrophobic lungs
Burst and flood
The bottom of my cage.
The gnawing doubts
Of sunless thoughts,
Dank and incomplete.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dark and powerful. I really like the ending as well, it is quite striking. Nicely written.