O when the darkness finally arrives
Flimsy thoughts of heaven and all of its
Nebulous contraptions will not save you.
In dreams you may appear angel-winged
But in the cold light of day; you are brought
Crashing back down to earth. You will have to
Renounce music, art and poetry for
More pressing matters. Urgency is key.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem