I can only offer you a poets passion.
In the most dignified fashion.
Creative torment and lack of understanding from anyone.
Are two frequent attributes of mine.
No one can console me.
I am the burden of myself.
And the stranger of everybody else.
The argument of a million, you present here. All poets are understood, at least for a brief moment, when their works are read. This is one of your best, your skill improves each day, my friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poetry is sometimes only understood by the poet, but thats what matters the most, beautiful poem. :)