All words become me
They reflect what I feel
Sometimes I want to hide from them
and stem the tide of words
but outside my window the storm of words is brewing
and I am stewing inside.
outside the wind of words is breaking against my wall
outside phrases are hammering like rain against my window
eventually they will breakthrough the window and like lightening
they will flash out of mouth.
its better before they flash from your mouth direct the words through your pen.. your poem is interesting...well composed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nicely written-thank for sharing