I'm sitting thinking what to do,
My eyes hardly open I can prove it too.
Brain storming
There is a storm in my head that won't die down.
To many things have been floating around.
Left and right the storm rages,
Pulling even the biggest thought from my mind,
Brain storming thinking what to do,
As my eyes heavily drip down to close,
Not knowing if anyone knows,
But I'm brain storming.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some poets think that poetry should be all about what we feel. Your poem takes that path. Maybe, in deciding in this kind of situation you should just follow your feelings or maybe start writing them down and sorting them out after you are finished. I’m sure you would end up with a poem or more just like you did with this.