Fragments I

1. THE TRAIL

Luckily, I’ll ride that trail
If not it will be hell
It matters little what I’ll find
The return is what I really mind

Each step will increase the weight
Of this life I hate without escape
I fear any radical change
And death seems out of range

No oblivion in immortality
No perfection in misery
I must journey on this despicable path
And to destiny spare my wrath

10-01-90

2. THE WRECK

On your ship you’re the only master
And alone responsible for its disaster

14-03-90

3. THE VOICE

My dreams are my bane
Each night they make me insane
A voice shout: “Leave him alone”
And when I woke up all hope was gone

06-90
Sejanus
Morwajal

Note: A few more thirty year-old fragments from my notebooks, scattered verses that never made it into poetry. No real form, but at least it rhymes. Maybe one day, if inspired, I’ll take the time to recycle them into proper poetry… [ Traduire ]

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