Posso arrestarmi in qualunque momento

Posso arrestarmi in qualunque momento

 

Wrinkled like old papers thrown in the trash

Coughing up his lungs like the enemy,

The look in his eyes empty as ash,

Looking away he is a shame to me.

Everyone’s asleep. Many lost their hope  

But went on ahead. Found his salvation;

Drunk with exhaustion; tired of his mope

Constantly consumed by his temptation.

 

Help! Help! Save me!- Another cry of pain,

Retrieving the right help for him in time;

But his addiction made desperation a game,

Turning and twisting like barbed wire in grime…

Dimmed through the cobwebbed windows hidden from night,

As in a dark hell I saw him entwining.

In all my innocence and helpless might

He threw himself at me, helplessly, begging.

 

If you could imagine the horror we saw

The time his last breath came out,

And watch how his screams unhinged his jaw,

His skin just as pale as vampire’s body;

If you could hear, at every twist, his blood

Scream from his depths for his untamed addictions,

Begging to be given his vice or a mouthful of mud

To swallow away his acidic obsessions,

My friend, you would not tell children the glory

That they should never pursue,

The old Lie; Posso arrestarmi

In qualsiasi momento desidero a.

(I can stop anytime I want to)

 

(An Adaptation of Dulce et Decorum Est pro Patria Mori by Wilfred Owen)

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Now this is extremely intense... I can picture someone watching some one die for the first time and messing with their emotions... that was very captivating in it's darkness.

[Gary H]

very good work. this conveys the feel of Wilfred's poem really well and almost turns it into a Poe version. how much of this was your own input?