You'll never know of what I speak
the words I use are warped and weak
from me to you they twist and change
they take on aspects of the strange
the words can morph to what they will
from right to wrong, from heat to chill
So throw them up and let them fall
And watch them break on listening's wall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like 'Listening's wall'. Good little poem.