writing with invisible ink
the poet's
nightmare
comes
true.
placing flowers
in space
unoccupied
by thought.
breathing
in an empty
room
while
no one listens
to your heart
beating
against
the silence.
moving furniture around
until
the mood
fits
the emptiness
as if
it belongs.
painting
the walls until
no one
sees
the
windows.
writing
with invisible ink
the poet's
nightmare
come
true.
(3-06-2013)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem