This is a translated poem. Dunno whether I like this one or the norwegian original better. I suck at my own language.

Vanish and die, or release me

I carry the weight
Of a thousand drenched blankets
The darkest corners;
Despicable voids and vacuums
An emotional cess-pit
In which I slowly choke

Leering faces of grotesque imps;
Inner demons perpetually breeding
Feeding on the host;
Eating me alive
Oh, how I hate them all;
Stealing the breath from my very lungs

A thick smothering fog
Slithers all around me;
An embrace embedded with leeches
Somewhere deep inside a mind is present
Trapped and caged by its own evil
I behold the world through eyes long dead

Poetry by Thomas Selnes The PoetBay support member heart!
Read 710 times
Written on 2006-02-18 at 17:20

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text

liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
love the flow

Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
wooh! This hits home especially the middle stanza, its like wandering the corridors of my own thoughts.

Well you certainly don't suck at English, a really good write.