I love nature yet I'm incapable of showing the world what it looks like through my eyes.
I'm envious of others who can express their feeling through a piece of paper for the only thing that I can say is 'what if.'
It would be nice if others where capable of knowing what I feel and think but it would also be fearful. I'm incapable of taking that step in life.
I'm in capable of speech
I'm incapable of talent, but sometimes its good to be incapable, for I'm incapable of hate
I'm incapable of pain
I'm incapable of torture, hurt and betrayal.
Being incapable is not a bad thing you just have to know how to deal with it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem