Have you ever been in a room?
That even with the vroom
Of engines outside, you sense a doom
As soon as someone intrudes,
Even without a boom
That certain feeling you sense and interpret
Before knowing or seeing
Is the same feeling
In me deep within
Telling me spirits exists.
Have you ever been in a deep-sleep?
That before the nightmarish
Comes with their snare to suffocate and press
Some how, their presence gets you on the alert
Next you pick to turn or let them keep pressing
That familiar feeling you sense
Deep down while slumbering
Is the same feeling
In you deep within
Telling you spirits exists.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem