A Poem

So I'm really self-conscious about my writing -- a terrible trait to possess for a would-be writer -- but I'm proud of this poem. I wrote it in German originally, which is why that's the first version I'm posting. Not to be a pretentious asshole, it's just that that's how it expressed itself to me when I wrote it. English translation below.

“Szene aus dem 21. Jahrhundert”

(Am Zeil)

Ein Schwarzer mit einem weißen Kreuz
»Das Ende kommt bald
Die Tage gehen schnell… schnell«
Sagt er niemandem.
Klingelnde Glocken
Ein Lichtspiel durch Regenschleier
Schwebend in leeren Gesichterwellen
Suchte ich ‘was vom Schönen

Ich kam mit Zigaretten zurück.



"Scene from the 21st century"

(On the Zeil)

A black man with a white cross
"The End comes soon
The days go quickly, so quickly..."
He says to no one.
Ringing bells
A play of light through a veil of rain
Empty waves of faces hovering...
I was looking for Beauty itself

I came home with cigarettes.