The words only surface,
when at my lowest.
Like they wait for me to hit rock bottom,
or the darkness to overcome.
Inspiration from the nothingness I feel.
Why do I have to feel numb before I can feel something?
This is relateable. Such a captivating opening. No frills. Just truth or raw feeling. Starting to see a patern with you work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
pattern* b/c deleting and reposting may result in multiple posts. Btw, Its a nice pattern to observe. Thanks for sharing.