To write words for the sake of words
For the sake of sound and sight
Mark of Existence
For when I'm no longer around
To feel special
Lasting
Intelligent
Big soul
I've been alone with myself too long
Handcuffed to my inequities
Uninspired to change
Mouth wide open to complain
Change how?
Change to get that faith strong again!
To be efficient again, sufficient again
Satisfied
Not nervous or ashamed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
At first glance, I felt it was 3 poems. with no relation at all. on second read, You've linked the 3rd part to one, with that I saw the big pic. All related. I see. that poetry as your standard to your change/progress, am I right?