This silence is a tomb of my mind
the unforgiving captive of my soul
which cannot express joy nor sorrow
time passes quickly days to months
how long since I poured ink into verse
how long since I echoed such beauty
only which a poem could bring
the blank vastness of page after page
mocks and haunts my own well-being
it bores into a strange madness
sleep deprived and lost in thoughts
I search desperate to find that one line
the opening to a new poem
at time lines come with no pen at hand
then are lost never to be remembered
others come only clichéd
or doomed to never to be followed
its an unforgiving time
amid the silence
madness speaks
I must write
a verse
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a lovely journey through the labyrinth of a poet's mind. may kindly peruse, if time permits, my poems Mind of a Poet and Retreat from Poetry.