I've got the feeling again, creeping in
I stare blankly at the wall
Its what they call writer's block
Help me, please, I don't want to fall
I'm stuck, trapped in the mud
Months are passing, focus has shattered
How do I break free from this monotony?
I doubt my voice ever mattered
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You should doubt that your voice matters cause it does or at least your words do matter at least to someone who read them.