some things are better
felt
than seen
or articulated
or heard
some times
the sound of my voice
can never say
what I want
to hear
some things are better
left alone
in the recesses of me
my tragedy, my solace
the words that I write
my pen, my keys..
give me a moment..
to collect my thoughts
and articulate as best I can.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and sometimes i say something but mean the opposite...thanks for the poems