Waiting for that sweet moment
when I break the surface and gasp
a lungful of clean air
when words mean what I want them to mean
when they say what's in my eyes
and not the lies on my face
the public face worn as a thin skin veneer
exploiting those last moments before
sinking down again
back into heaviness
down to another blank page
washed clean
struggling and writing under water
good write. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
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I would like to translate this poem
a good write keep writing under water enjoyed