If I could write all the words I think
With a waterfall of flowing ink
All the thoughts of doubt and frustration
Of lost whereabouts and exploration
Would free your mind for a flood of fret
Each passing word more frightening yet
You'd ask what could cause this very ripe mind
To have manic flaws of this such kind
If I could write all the words I think
With a waterfall of flowing ink
My demented words would drown your brain
With waves of once-blurred and repressed pain
And I cannot stop the levee's break
Once a person tops the weight it takes
So turn back and flee along your path
Or prepare to meet my ink-flood's wrath
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem