I should be tired of writing
About love and a wonderful life
About great romance and adventure
I should feel the rage and bitterness
That burns within my soul
The anger at the world
And all its stupidity
I should drown pages of verse
I whisky and the obscene
In foul language and metaphor
In discontent and violence
Only those words are not coming
They are not speaking to me
I feel anger and rage and thunder
But not those words, not those words
So I write as it comes, when it does
And what it is, it is just that
A beautiful poem that sometimes resonates with me. There are times we want to shout to the world the hate and anger we feel but our heart and mind never cooperate. A peaceful mind and heart have their own course and flow the way the river flows. Wonderful thoughts well conveyed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write what you think Write about how you feel Anger, rage, sadness Just vent The tip of you pen is your weapon Don't be tired of writing Just write.