Constantly hearing the voice
That sits within my brain
Ushering up the phrasing
That flutters my ego
Hoping remembering words
That flow too easily
Confidence wavers at the simplicity
And viscosity of their sound
Shall I keep them
Or release them
So many haven't made the grade
Hundreds off into the abyss
No one will ever read
Sanctified for personal use only
Which disturbs me
Poetry's soul must be set free
Allowed into others whirled souls
Planting seeds of mirrors
Causing fires burn yet cool
Bringing one to insight
Into a brotherhood invisible.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
planting seeds of mirror, good poem, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.