I can give you a copy of my world
and a copy of the key to its gates.
I can make the night pass easier
if we are naked in dubstep
and no sound can resonate in the heart of a happy being.
Otherwise we like to suffocate in void,
listening to rhythms that express no emotions,
nothingness is still a form of contemplation.
In the emotionless music in which we became dull like some kind of lovers
or some kind of weakness made us look swooned
(because of the sun)
there’s a Siren song
which calls to reverie, the reverie which lures the dying ones to die, you say it
like you discovered the essence of the soul.
It is erotic to watch your sluggish lips moving.
I don’t want you to pass through the Valley of the Shadows of Death
you’ll be another man.
Go halfway and return!
Don’t you ever leave me, you say,
and our young skins may be seen now.
Todays poetry contest entry was written by Theo Gușat.
Do you think it could possibly be one of the best new poems in 2015?