This feeling
appears
Like the sweeping titles
of Gone With The Wind
It opens with bump and flow
and the thought
Reveals
that I am not one of you.
I have landed here from
dreams
In some kind of sleep paralysis,
I’m stuck.
Let me out.
Phone home.
Part the Sea.
I am on a collision
Path
With myself.
Set me free…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem