I DID NOT WAIT TO HEAR THE WORDS INSIDE
I did not wait to hear the words inside
I wrote my lines as I write them now
I could not know I cannot know
What they will be
But somewhere else deep inside
A poetry is written everyday
That however I may try to disguise myself
Defines my mind
I am only the lines I write
And nothing else of me will ever live
The lines are lost and I am lost too
Nothing but my family is greater than the silence
Of what I have and have not done
Until now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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