I have the desire to write
No idea what about
It is the middle of the night
Unknowing how this will turn out
Topics and ideas fill my head
So many that I can’t think straight
Thus the reason I’m out of bed
Need to write simply won’t wait
I can’t explain this writing desire
Sitting at the keyboard waiting
Wishing one thought may inspire
Suddenly a feeling elating
Without any effort or realization
I have managed to write in verse
Now a sense of emancipation
I have appeased my writing curse
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem