Writing life into time, giving it an expression so it may be
recognized in lines of poetry.
Symmetry flowing down these pages, coagulating thoughts with
intensity to be read in future volumes of my life.
Taking time into realms of writing, stating all the essence I
have flowing within me.
Knowing the stages I must yet fill with my being, causes me to
write, no matter how bad I feel at any given moment.
Here I am in a silence all my own, finding a representation
of myself to hold on to through the lonely days ahead, asleep
in pain of human nature's forbidden eden.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another great one. I feel this poem, just as you wrote it. I listed some of my poems from a crazy summer last year. Hope you check them out. Thanks and keep writing. :)