Awaiting that spark
that lightning strike
to birth life into nothing
that single moment of inspiration
the initial point of creation
where the page stares back at you
screaming write upon me
a poem, a story, something
anything just create here
to take the static of the air
of the day, night, room
to light a fire within
and draw from the pen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem