NO UNREAD POEM WILL END THE DESPAIR I FEEL NOW
No unread poem will end the despair I feel now
Nor will a poem read
By one or two.
Should the world say
I am a poet.
Perhaps this would mean something.
I don’t know.
No one knows,
No one cares.
I am a poet only for myself
And for myself too
This begins to be
Nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem