The page
white with rage
and tormented
with my words
somehow manages
to shrug them off
and return
to itself.
It stares
at me
a silence
then
tells me to:
“F*** off! ”
Delightful! Been there, words spoken in truth! May your muse shine upon you this week and break the hold....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
liked this, smiffy