On nights like this
when I stare at
the blank page
infront of me
trying to find the
words that will
express the disaster
that lies inside of me
I find none
No words can capture
the pain, the uncertainty
the hurt or the longing
that I feel inside.
It is all so inadequate.
So instead I write about
how words have failed me
Since I can't write out
my feelings
and that has to be good enough
on nights like this.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem