I feel an angel’s touch, so soft, so near, a mountain crumbles, its roar I hear.
I see the shadows carved by lightning’s glow, the light of a seed in the earth below.
I hear the silence stretched across the years, curses rising from the graves through tears.
I believe in the stain of a demon’s dark embrace, in the power of words to claim their space.
I know who will bear the weight my cross demands, why the world bleeds through trembling hands.
I feel the steps that lead me closer to my breath’s last bend, the touch of an angel before the end.
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I Feel (Alternative translation I)
I feel an angel's touch upon my skin I feel once more a mountain crashing, tumbling in
I see the shadows lightning leaves behind I see anew the light within a seed confined
I hear the silences an age has kept I hear again the curses rising from the crypt
I trust the foulness that a demon breeds I trust still more the power that resides in deeds
I know who'll bear the cross that's meant for me I know as well why bleeds the heart of all we see
I feel how many steps till death I tread I feel once more an angel's touch upon my head
(Originally written in Romanian.) The poem engages all the senses to convey a feeling of transcendence and existential struggle. The contrast between life and death, light and darkness, is a central motif. This poem presents a journey of awareness, moving between sensory experiences and spiritual reflections. The angel at the beginning and end bookends the work with a spiritual framework, suggesting a reliance on faith amidst the chaotic contrasts of existence. The use of sensory verbs ("feel," "see," "hear") is immersive, pulling the reader into the speaker's evolving realization of mortality and existence.