The poems I never wrote
And the poems I could not write
And the poems I would have written
And the poems I did not how to write
And all the life
That should have been re-dreamnt into poetry
And that was not and will never be
In my work-
And sadness incredible sadness
Deep deep sadness
And loneliness and loss and fear
And love too that was and never was and should have been
And this life this life
Singing this little song
From nowhere to nowhere
And not beyond.
through these writings there has been depicted the life may in sorrow or good marrow ....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Back to negativity ousts all positivity.