Blank paper pack arrives,
my stare projecting on the page,
and what was a full filled thought,
now a panting in my mind.
This is that feeling arousing once again,
of nothing-
I AM STUCK,
but who is to try my luck?
Crossing all of the paths.
Who did the CRIME of telling me?
That I could be something,
I am actually happy today,
but nothing is approaching.
You are mine though, so what else?
Could I ever need?
The days I love you treating me,
like a man treating a woman.
But the distance that I'm needed you,
in causing deadly pain,
of being mentioned by you,
is draining me from the drains.
My brain is alerted by the pain,
but it's a bitter sweeted one,
does that exist to you not I?
Or I to you and no one else....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I will admit that i was a little cofused about this poem and at first i didn't get it, but by the end of the poem i had got the gist and i really do like it. it was a great write and you did a great job. i hope to see you write more poems.