I don’t have much to say really
So I speak through my poems
When I open my mouth to speak nothing
Comes out; but when I open my book and hold
Up my pen not one word do I doubt.
I have reasons to write so that I may speak
And only one do I seek for you to read
Words on the tip of my tongue feel locked away
Unstoppable are my words at the tip of my pen, so
Away they play.
12/1/08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem