So much of my poetry,
is staring at a blank page,
‘til inspiration comes,
and fills the page with words.
So much of my poetry,
is my hand flying across the paper,
writing down my thoughts,
before they can escape.
So much of my poetry,
is a life-saving relief,
for it’s my pain that fuels my art,
my only way to let it out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i adore this piece so much