I can’t write today,
Or yesterday,
Or the day before.
I've been stuck in the city,
When I've wanted to go to the country.
I've been sitting in a car,
Instead of flying in a plane.
I've not been able to write,
I've been blocked.
The words have ran from my head.
Ran to a place I've never been,
Ran to a place I can’t reach,
Ran from my grip,
They have left for what seems an eternity.
I need my letters back.
I need my numbers back.
I need my freedom of writing back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem