Web of Loneliness Poems

Poems of the Lonely

The Dog

I am not English,
But lost in an English country,
I use it to express myself…,
I don’t know how,
Or worse,
I don’t know what,
Or even this
Can this be expressed,
Since emptiness is inexpressible in words,
So my clumsiness is evermore symbolic.
Lost from myself, my roots, my youth, my culture,
Rottening full  of the same Angst,
But worse than the old Kierkegaard.

I still have my dog.



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