I write for no ones pleasure to read,
I write becuz it is my release..
I dont write for my loves eyes to see..
but to hear the melody..
I write for the freedom I get,
I write to express my love to thee,
I write for it is my passion,
MY reason of being.
I love the paintings on the wall,
I love the rain, thunder and all,
I love the caves, and bats.
I love the darkness,
Its where I'm at.
Its my cold place to be,
when feelin low,
and in need.
Its when I'm reaching out,
but no one is there..
I stay here,
and find release..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem