on the ledge of the window I lean
as the first sip of coffee burns my lips
whilst the day is being born
I wonder why am I so torn..
the spoken words uttered through my mouth
of them relevance is none
for those which are, I keep them to myself
the unspoken ones
are the devil itself
they ravage and torture my mind form within
only relesed when the quill touches ink
tho wirtten on paper they are
still unheard by those wich are meant to hear
and so when silence breaks and time is near
speak now the unspoken
or forever live in fear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Silence breaks and time is near your poem which is lovely one and speaks more.