I shall never write my own verse.
Words infest my brain.
They remain dissolved in me.
They swim down my senses, tickle me.
Yet I will not allow them to flow my ink well.
I will not write of lonely nights with myself.
I will not write of my innumerable humiliations.
I will not write of my first wet dream.
I will not write about my inability to write.
I shall never write my own verse.
One does not pollute feelings with ink.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The feeling carved on a pessimistic philosophy of your kind might be supported by experience and a weak mission proopsed. I like the verbal quality and the evident poetic charm in the lines. Keep writing