After waiting for years,
The ghost came last night,
Frigid and cold like death,
It was wobble and drunk,
And could do me anything,
I ask him Gabriel what's up,
We wrestle the entire night,
Please Gabriel leave me,
He makes past look horrible
Reminding me it is not over,
This ghost by my name,
This translucent me,
Then, it begins to cry,
Ghouls and thunders
But I confessed my sins,
Gabriel, shave your beard,
And pull off you teeth,
Find solace in fear and pain,
Gabriel hugs Gabriel,
It's hand are metallic,
Morning is breaking,
It disappears in the light,
And the dream ends.
Gabriel hugs Gabriel, It's hand are metallic, Morning is breaking, It disappears in the light, And the dream ends...fine poem.. thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A free flight of creativity on winged imagination. Well conceived and nicely penned with conviction. Thanks for sharing, Gabriel.