Poezie

confession

1 min lectură·1 iulie 2009

Mediu

i don’t like writing poems

i hate this superhuman struggle

to give a shape to my dreams & thoughts

in the end i come to understand

the futility of everything

soap bubbles bursting in the air

i deceive myself to keep going

by thinking that in the next word or line

i’ll find pleasure

but there’s no such thing

just the masturbation of a dead organ

i’m not a poet

but – i know it sounds awfully pathetic –

the truth is that my blood

is the blood of a poet

and the worst thing of all

is that it knows it

i’m the holographic image of a mad god

trying to create a solid reality

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Constantin Delca. “confession.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/constantin-delca/poezie/13894790/confession

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