Words scribbled on a tablet’s page
Can sometimes mean so much
They can convey a happy thought
Or contain a lover’s touch.
But sometimes the words need to flow
In quite a different tone
Thoughts that come to all of us
When we are feeling alone.
It’s best to get the poison out
So it can’t infect the soul.
Words and thoughts held in too long
Have ways of taking control.
So sometimes words are put to pen
Like a leech upon a boil.
Driving out which needs to flow,
Saving the body from turmoil.
Many a poem I have shared
With a loved one and a friend
And many a poem I have wrote
To make the pain and feelings end.
Some dark and brooding self-pity
That needs to ooze from me
So I can make it through the day
And find ways to be happy.
If you find a work of mine
That I wrote but never shared,
Think of it as a bloodletting
So that I could be spared.
For if I kept all the thoughts in.
I would be quite the different guy.
For I must let the poison out
So the me I like won’t die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful. I relate to this poem