PHILOSOPHY INSPIRED POEMS
Franz Kafka
Into this world you were thrown
like a dog without a home
your mind twisting like a toad
riding out a storm.
Off to Brescia you went
on a lonely holiday
yet, you could not just rest and play
Tormented mind, all alone
anguished soul, without a home
portent of the pogrom
peering into reality
hiding behind the keyhole
litmus paper, your soul
Writer in the storm
Existentialism — your vertiginous goal
life, a conundrum too absurd!
Writer of the storm
Into this world you were thrown
like a child without a home
or a dog without a bone
your mind twisting like a worm
You went on holiday
like a child, to prance and play
Writer of the storm
Metamorphosis you did undergo
squirming like a worm
or a viper on the thorn
Poet of the brainstorm
epileptic, frail and grey
schizophrenia, your dismay
Into this world you were born
into this stage you were thrown
like a child without a home
and a dog without a bone
Writer of the storm.
