Each time a poem is ignored unread
the words disintegrate and enter the void,
no escape.
each time the poetic voice is lost, thought unworthy
the poetic spirit within dies a little death
each time a little death occurs the poet diminishes
until like a voice lost in the wilderness the poet within dies
so you have killed me, stoned me, frozen me with your cold shoulders
as dissolve I into nothingness this are my last wor............
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem